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Rest
.
Why doesn't he rest awhile longer,
Are these suspenders a distracting
thought, making arousel rise;
Though I am happy when taken with
these thoughts too when a quick entrance
met with looking up from the newspaper
as my work begins with a pulling open
of your trousers; a dropping of my gown,
In doing so inviting the awakening and
feasting that's just heartbeats away.
And there we are at the beginning of this
story, my work completed.
Why doesn't he rest awhile longer,
Are these suspenders a distracting
thought, making arousel rise;
Though I am happy when taken with
these thoughts too when a quick entrance
met with looking up from the newspaper
as my work begins with a pulling open
of your trousers; a dropping of my gown,
In doing so inviting the awakening and
feasting that's just heartbeats away.
And there we are at the beginning of this
story, my work completed.
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