Mine animal
for fleet afoot.
She suffer me for she need
is faster than she run.
Days of strange
she with the broods.
Seen it have I never
sweeter.
Callow waifish thing.
Pang from under.
I am your nothing man.
Your something for
nothing
stop frontin’ man.
She’s for Slip into the
supple
I’ll have her spoke for.
They hang on my words.
There haunt of lodgings.
I’m suited to the game.
Frame your enigma
needful things.
Need not be formal
but form and function.
Is for her life.
Relive it and again.
We are timely.
At once Your panties
out of sorts.
Suddenly her panties
couture.
So is game on.
We’re in bed the day on.
Some sudden it gin up.
The consummate
Sub. G©
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