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Feverfew and Foxgloves
July was everywhere across the town,
With shutters closed to keep out northern rain;
And I had fallen backwards; I'd remain
Lying among the foxgloves, with the sound
Of raindrops on my belly; my thoughts ground
The dampness underneath me: that was plain
For you to see, because, with cries, I came,
Amidst wet campanulas; but I found
I was dreaming of other wetness, which
Could be tasted quite freely, when you licked
My pussy, as I lay back and you roved,
With teeth nipping my clit; you were my bitch
In gardens filled with lemon-balm; you slicked
My cunt, near feverfew and those foxgloves.
With shutters closed to keep out northern rain;
And I had fallen backwards; I'd remain
Lying among the foxgloves, with the sound
Of raindrops on my belly; my thoughts ground
The dampness underneath me: that was plain
For you to see, because, with cries, I came,
Amidst wet campanulas; but I found
I was dreaming of other wetness, which
Could be tasted quite freely, when you licked
My pussy, as I lay back and you roved,
With teeth nipping my clit; you were my bitch
In gardens filled with lemon-balm; you slicked
My cunt, near feverfew and those foxgloves.
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