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Woman
Ladies in the house , my language is like a blouse
Loose with no fringe ,I just speak without freeze
I trot the world , on days looking at the dunes
The sands beneath shout of the beings
That reproduce, bear fruit for us
Replenish the energy in our littlings
Fill our cups with the drive
The Passion, the love
The lust and the beauty we always crave
Your nipples flare , at my glare
and aware that her stare grows my lever
full crammed with blood of concentrate
I am but in awe as I appreciate
These lovley creations
Loose with no fringe ,I just speak without freeze
I trot the world , on days looking at the dunes
The sands beneath shout of the beings
That reproduce, bear fruit for us
Replenish the energy in our littlings
Fill our cups with the drive
The Passion, the love
The lust and the beauty we always crave
Your nipples flare , at my glare
and aware that her stare grows my lever
full crammed with blood of concentrate
I am but in awe as I appreciate
These lovley creations
Published 23rd Aug 2023
Author's Note
Wrote this some time back when playing around with words and time , appreciating the closest beings around me.
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