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A Psychoanalytical Knot

She liked them young
They liked her too
Like a Freudian fantasy
Being played out
Their mother figure &
The sons she never had

She kept in good shape
Denying herself
To fulfil their desires
Picking ripe fruit
In nature’s orchard hills
Payback’s a bastard

Her moon shining down
Ready for pups to howl to
And she starts them off
Showing how it’s done
Spells ricocheting
From tree to tree

Riding night’s breeze
Doing it easy
Solving the maze
A secret magic
Guiding their way
Like water in a valley

And I looked on
From behind my briar
Loved her all the more
Swore not to bite them
Written by Spanker
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