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A Morning Promenade

Dreams made for languid moods, upon the way
To wakefulness on Sunday, tell one sleep  
Despises a chill morning; I display  
Reluctance to perform, and this can keep  
Him quite on edge until, stroking my hair,  
He whispers words of warning; woe betide  
Me if delay means ragged needs must share  
Harsh fantasies with lost dreams; my mind's eye  
Will be shattered by fingers interlocked    
In strands of dark; he'll cause my scalp to ache,  
Until I follow him where he's hard-cocked,  
Ready for mouth to open - let him take  
His morning promenade upon my tongue,  
So languid moods are over 'til he's done.
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