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The Primrose Path of Dalliance (1980s)
Her body odour quite captured me
Like a stag by his corralled hinds
No perfume could dilute its enveloping sea.
Near her, I enjoyed delays of all kinds.
The slightest touch of hands or arms brought
A piquant thrill. A gentle clasp of hands
Made it mine. The smell and touch I had caught.
The primrose path of dalliance all withstands.
At home, caresses stretched to lips and more
But, at the end, her Little Richard's song
'Tutti Fruitti' quite fully overbore
My Beethoven's Ninth. For more did I long.
From those first delights, I learned the moral
That my end game should only be the Choral.
Like a stag by his corralled hinds
No perfume could dilute its enveloping sea.
Near her, I enjoyed delays of all kinds.
The slightest touch of hands or arms brought
A piquant thrill. A gentle clasp of hands
Made it mine. The smell and touch I had caught.
The primrose path of dalliance all withstands.
At home, caresses stretched to lips and more
But, at the end, her Little Richard's song
'Tutti Fruitti' quite fully overbore
My Beethoven's Ninth. For more did I long.
From those first delights, I learned the moral
That my end game should only be the Choral.
Published 10th Mar 2013
| Edited 4th Jan 2014
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