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A poem about going to bed with someone you know. |
| Those who dress So chic and so casual Generate excitement with their superb, Stylish, classy charm. They become significant others Or someone we’d prefer to know, And our naughty natures command Increasing attention; We visualize their glowing physique And begin touching and feeling Their worthwhile stature. Furthermore, while traveling in the passenger seat Of their quaint, modern vehicles, We’re tempted to know them Sans their fashionable attire. We pose a chancy question That indubitably pays off; Moreover, we’re treated to foreplay Of many enlightening forms, And are welcomed into their abodes For a well-rehearsed, gratuitous pony ride... |