Nubile
My fair cherub
and you show me
your exaggeration
and wonder.
I can imagine you’re
built on something…
It take the room and
I’m where and when.
I’m full up my cherub.
The gravity of the to do
and the waif doth.
Imagine a fortnight and a bed.
A bit of vigor and game on.
There’s not sleep to be got.
This you live for.
Band of them and the
enlightened of the flock.
She tell me how
she’s ready now.
Sex is currency.
For this she dress.
Let her tell it, love,
we’re same fancy.
Talk of eligible men.
She is plush.
She tell me how
she’s ready now.
By fall spoke for.
And the light
cut her abdomen.
Legion of them
called to same.
Leave to wonder
state of nubile.
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