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Quite suddenly,
Amiss the sunlit blanket Of that naked sky, Leaves fell, Ecstasy was raped- Soiled drapes all that befell Rich and creamy growls, Underneath the silky sheen- Sheets who held no questions Better left unanswered- or irrationally ignored. Firm bodies solely dwell Upon the moss, whose whimpers pleased, Ongoing passer-bys' wild dreams- Wild dreams of far-off lands, And virgin springs, Fields of passion- nectar drinks To quench some sailor's burning lips- Ablaze the fires burn, Erupting amongst trees, Sweet pines now hasten pace In order to caress, The tender curving stream- No screams, please- Just blissful symphonies- Of rhythmic breaths, As trunks slip down nearby, Breaths now do exhale, As autumn comes, And summer leaves. |
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