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UPON THE RUG....
Upon the rug,
naked but snug,
the fire behind
strikes your sense blind
Inflames desire
to, by this fire,
get bare with me,
make love lovely...
While all outside,
snow far and wide
turns land at night
a virgin white,
So belying
our dallying
upon the fur
in love's fervour.
naked but snug,
the fire behind
strikes your sense blind
Inflames desire
to, by this fire,
get bare with me,
make love lovely...
While all outside,
snow far and wide
turns land at night
a virgin white,
So belying
our dallying
upon the fur
in love's fervour.
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