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September Days
September days may not be owned by fall:
They retain all the essence and the heat
Of summertime; or as you might recall
The days she found sir's lap and had the treat
Of being bared and beaten in the sun,
Regardless of the tangled foliage, which
Blocked the viewing by those who had begun
To wonder: "What's the noise and who's the bitch
Being well-whipped for all her eagerness
At whorish ways?" This is, of course, no cure,
Since spankings make her warmer, regardless
Of pain and anguish; they're no sinecure,
For sir must do the work, as sir will phase
Her cock sucking into September days.
They retain all the essence and the heat
Of summertime; or as you might recall
The days she found sir's lap and had the treat
Of being bared and beaten in the sun,
Regardless of the tangled foliage, which
Blocked the viewing by those who had begun
To wonder: "What's the noise and who's the bitch
Being well-whipped for all her eagerness
At whorish ways?" This is, of course, no cure,
Since spankings make her warmer, regardless
Of pain and anguish; they're no sinecure,
For sir must do the work, as sir will phase
Her cock sucking into September days.
Published 10th Sep 2014
| Edited 2nd Sep 2017
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