I crouched low by the burning fires And listened to a most strange tongue. On those dark faces I see desires And dreams that back then, were dung…...
Your hand does slither under my skirt And feels for seams and smooth effects As I shuffle and shift and flirt With fabrics on your bolt’s defects....
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