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Savouring Idleness
She savours idleness; lets the ennui
Wash over her – for boredom is a mask;
She breathes decided sighs: what is must be;
And nothing can be done – why should she grasp
The chance to find a hard cock to distract
Her thoughts from ticking time: the ebb and flow
Of her cunt juices cannot quite be tracked,
Because he’s satisfied and will not go
And fuck her once again to find her wild
Imaginings, that she keeps well concealed,
Fearing his censure and soft words so mild
They’ll burn their mark and all may be revealed -
Winter is here: snow freezes all - she's stuck
In her ennui: who gives a flying fuck?
Wash over her – for boredom is a mask;
She breathes decided sighs: what is must be;
And nothing can be done – why should she grasp
The chance to find a hard cock to distract
Her thoughts from ticking time: the ebb and flow
Of her cunt juices cannot quite be tracked,
Because he’s satisfied and will not go
And fuck her once again to find her wild
Imaginings, that she keeps well concealed,
Fearing his censure and soft words so mild
They’ll burn their mark and all may be revealed -
Winter is here: snow freezes all - she's stuck
In her ennui: who gives a flying fuck?
Published 11th Dec 2015
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You clearly don't give a flying fuck, so I won't thank you for the illiterate commentary. Your honest critique seems just to illustrate your own lack of intelligence.
Not sure how I can build your cretinisms into any worthwhile revisions to these verses, so I won't take them on board. Hope the frog pills are working.
Not sure how I can build your cretinisms into any worthwhile revisions to these verses, so I won't take them on board. Hope the frog pills are working.
