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UPON THE VERGE
Let us give in to our shared urge
And both our interests converge
Within my car, upon the verge.
Come, let the tide of passion surge.
Let clothes come off, and bodies merge,
Of all unspent lust let us purge.
Into next day we shall emerge,
With songs of joy and not a dirge.
And both our interests converge
Within my car, upon the verge.
Come, let the tide of passion surge.
Let clothes come off, and bodies merge,
Of all unspent lust let us purge.
Into next day we shall emerge,
With songs of joy and not a dirge.
Published 23rd Mar 2014
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