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Took him on astride on a ride
Demeaning their pride
Hunger and thirst of love in proof
As they gallop int aloof like goof
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Love stupor, a cupid’s bidding?
Blindly adventurous their kissing
Four hands made up of massage
Try to pass across the message
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Increased-taut some somatic frail
Saturated in the well of love like drawing pail
Sauntered and sailing in hormonal bliss
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Such a cuisine-mix they fix
Jeeez! Cheese butter chocolaty
Ham omelet not more tasty.
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