Feelings of fever of desire bared down at me
With aching back and longing groins
And object of my fever? A flavescent flower
Made sweetly appealing, scintillatingly desirous
By the devastating consequence of a downpour
That with no warning pelted the market arena
To have all heels in pellet to the nearest shade
And as the mighty sweep of heavens weep by us
Her clothes clingingly hugging her contour, I feel my
Love bump swelling fast, my heart, doubly racing
My mind dancing on the possible barrel eruption from
Chiselling and pawing of her pinkly channel of splendour
My hands dug deeper in my pouches, adjusting my shame
Aside only the churning state of my mind, I suffered alone
Or not, as I suspected she felt a faint hint of my tingling
For she looked back sneered then moved a measure away
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