She's caught sight of again.
Yesterday was a scoff, a growl.
And on tenterhooks, that nippy sniff.
But sheer agony came.
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Helm what u think u can.
But helm nothing pertaining to me.
Let your wits be captive in your thuts.
Keys untouched.
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What is love without a 'penile his'?
What if there had been that 'cord of chastity'?
Courtship was as in 'friendship'?
Was there ever 'love' all along?
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When A She Dog Is Treated Like A Male
She's caught sight of again.
Yesterday was a scoff, a growl.
And on tenterhooks, that nippy sniff.
But sheer agony came.
As his need for her was no further sense
‘Hopes anewed, here a new day'.
‘There is no façade, she's growner! '.
‘Those hinds are jittery! '.
‘A tail extra-waggy!
'Then a feel at air for tentative action.
As the ‘now queen' is here.
Alas! Then a sniff, a lick and she still was maley.
And then spite as he scoffed, bite, barked.
She scrams.
Yet tomorrow his song fills the air, "Everything I do, I do it for you".
He just can't say, "Everything I did".
She was noisome, now intrinsic to him.
Fruition, he must attain.
As he piddles with zest.
‘The ‘he' is gone, now ‘she's a she'.
If she has virtue, she is still as female
If you have lust, they are still she-males, with a heart and head.
If her walls fell, not every wall isn't upright.
Her protrusion less-pointy, backtrusion is delaying.
Listen to her heart's voice, it's trebbly
Its ears are pierced
All she remains is a ‘she'
Dwell in ‘his of her' bosom.
She is inundately sweet.