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Bespoken
She always fit like a tailored suit
whenever amour became acute,
enough to try her on
from afternoon till dawn...
as her custom trim bore heaven fruit.
whenever amour became acute,
enough to try her on
from afternoon till dawn...
as her custom trim bore heaven fruit.
Published 30th Nov 2024
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30th Nov 2024 3:32pm
I am such a sucker for you and Paul's wife poetry!
I have never been able to write a limerick!
I have never been able to write a limerick!
30th Nov 2024 4:14pm
