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Free and different
“I’ve a lover! I’ve a lover!” She declares
To herself, in her boudoir, full of glee;
She feels those arms around her as she stares
Into the mirror so excitedly;
“I’ve lover; he is handsome; he will win
Me; each evening as we walk through the tall reeds,
He pulls me down, so ready to begin
To have me right; and he, of course, succeeds.”
“I’ve a lover in the forest: he lies with me,
Side by side upon a bed of leaves;
And in the wooden hut, where he just gives me
A taste of cock that nobody believes
A little married lady ever shares:
But, I am free and different,” she declares.
To herself, in her boudoir, full of glee;
She feels those arms around her as she stares
Into the mirror so excitedly;
“I’ve lover; he is handsome; he will win
Me; each evening as we walk through the tall reeds,
He pulls me down, so ready to begin
To have me right; and he, of course, succeeds.”
“I’ve a lover in the forest: he lies with me,
Side by side upon a bed of leaves;
And in the wooden hut, where he just gives me
A taste of cock that nobody believes
A little married lady ever shares:
But, I am free and different,” she declares.
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