Suite, site!
Size,
At the sea with the muse of nature;
To meet your love,
Flowing! !
Sweet touch,
Shivering,
Within!
Like the grass so soft as the breast of a dove;
To move on,
To come along,
And to prove a point!
Appearing with the status of your breasts.
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