What
should I do with that ?
Juicy,
sweet, neat, complete,
A
rare exotic treat,
My
passions fleet, alive.
Here
the door becomes open
To
discover more than love.
Supple,
purple, roundy circle,
I
hurtle touching myrtle
On
the level of desire.
Create
in her a languid fire,
Oh
my word I shall expire.
Love
could save me now,
If
I cared for her touch.
Lust
is better on the hoof,
My
rising temperature the proof,
She'll
blow me through the roof.
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