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Hard Core Bo Peep 1
Sweet shepherdess; awake and hear the dove
That tries to raise you from your slumber!
Startle it not into the sky above
When the Morphean grip you disencumber!
Seek instead to encounter my embrace
And suffer the onslaught of ready lips
Upon the idyll beauty of your face,
And sometimes even on your naked hips!
Be predisposed to my bucolic touch
And respire in the pastoral heat
Which has us both up at night so much
That at the strike of noon we both are beat,
Beaten by the love we try to capture
Pursuing mutton, fleece, and your rapture!
That tries to raise you from your slumber!
Startle it not into the sky above
When the Morphean grip you disencumber!
Seek instead to encounter my embrace
And suffer the onslaught of ready lips
Upon the idyll beauty of your face,
And sometimes even on your naked hips!
Be predisposed to my bucolic touch
And respire in the pastoral heat
Which has us both up at night so much
That at the strike of noon we both are beat,
Beaten by the love we try to capture
Pursuing mutton, fleece, and your rapture!
Published 19th Sep 2023
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19th Sep 2023 9:00am
Your words or maybe just my interpretation resulted in an expected turn. The first part of your composition had me thinking this write would be about an inanimate object. Pleasant to find out later that isn't the case!
19th Sep 2023 9:17am
19th Sep 2023 11:49am
19th Sep 2023 6:48pm
Thank you, Debbie!
Yes, I'm a big fan of pre-20th century work.
You have a good eye!
Yes, I'm a big fan of pre-20th century work.
You have a good eye!
