slow Ladies’ dance..
a procreative race
im craving tightly 2 embrace
yo every move
an 2 improve
my stroke-by-eyelashes technique
on your long neck
an bristly cheek
like human’s history ago
i’ll have a go
to foreknow yo vertigo
yo every move
i will anticipate!
And u…
‘sorry, i do not do
dat sort of dancing,
mate’
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