Clairjim Maraug

Moulding Some Clay

I walked the winding path leading down to the bay
Hope filled my heart as I last heard you say
You would try to meet me down here so that we could play
But as fate would have it, you could not get away
So I droped down for a while on the shore to lay
Wishing you were with me so we could mould some clay
In a most delightful and beautiful way
We would entwine in passions and let the sperm swim all day
Till finding your egg and then there to rest and to stay

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