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Frolic
Our nights, like
Moonlit frolics
In virgin snow,
Her song,
In the midst of love,
Echoes as a dream;
Such a sweet subtly
Mingled with innocence,
And all I know,
Is I would spend
My very soul
Just to make her scream.
Moonlit frolics
In virgin snow,
Her song,
In the midst of love,
Echoes as a dream;
Such a sweet subtly
Mingled with innocence,
And all I know,
Is I would spend
My very soul
Just to make her scream.
Published 6th Dec 2024
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Trying to get back in the groove
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6th Dec 2024 6:42am
A poem with suggestiveness without being anatomical. This verse has a hint of al fresco winter lovemaking:
Our nights, like
Moonlit frolics
In virgin snow,
Our nights, like
Moonlit frolics
In virgin snow,
