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An Early Flowering
Your daffodils are up and so am I
And, later, I will use you as I choose;
Snowdrops may expand beneath a sky
That's grey and wintery, while I amuse
Myself by flogging you, where I am able,
With vigour and persistence, so your ache,
Upon my knee, the couch or just the table,
Is something you can dream of while awake
And seeing your surrounds; as if a glass
Expanse reflected all these back to you;
And you can stare at nothing - hours pass
And kettles boil dry, yet, with the dew
Between your legs, you'll know that here there's will
And it's more up than any daffodil
And, later, I will use you as I choose;
Snowdrops may expand beneath a sky
That's grey and wintery, while I amuse
Myself by flogging you, where I am able,
With vigour and persistence, so your ache,
Upon my knee, the couch or just the table,
Is something you can dream of while awake
And seeing your surrounds; as if a glass
Expanse reflected all these back to you;
And you can stare at nothing - hours pass
And kettles boil dry, yet, with the dew
Between your legs, you'll know that here there's will
And it's more up than any daffodil
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