-------------the temperature of lovers. Mona bats Franny bats back to past tense of 'serious' composure letting the room go pulling her height rearing the fourteenth commandment. but what matter if earth shaking and quivering women open their spousal breasts to come along strangers?
Only a hip cool customer'd speak like this. Open your shores!O silhouettes. Of the howdy do and the phobic philosophical hour a duet emerging ermine its luxurious wonder.' . We 've got the boomboom bahbah' Jubilant as any closet forest. No one knows the name of this buck.Luckless steward of the singer sky. A singular road hupping up the clear bowl why the afternoon sky and what was that word?
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Now they could make love their shoulders
touch to touch
a s two ought to become one
bolder an bolder
distance as close as love's cousin
hip to tip in the rising sun
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