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The search

She shall ride me one day for investigation
Of the swagger displayed, with pleasing confidence
To satisfy hunger of the looming cadence
Raging to savour joy past the wetness action

These blistering moments in the warming black hole
That crunches ambition to fill it with juices
In an explosive way without the abuses
Of salivating ways dripping away the pole

Shall she be pleased of ride,...

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Please you

Every woman needs the moment of escape
From the solemn duties that brushes the make-up
Of the common routine and to think of the lump
Building in inner ground, as sewage in landscape

Be the fortune teller, tell the world of your age
That you are proud of it, these wrinkles of wisdom
And you have desire for days until boredom
Let them line-up at door for the welcoming stage

Let yourself...

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For her

Smile for me when we cross, so that I can tingle
As my mind drifts away to a fantasy land
Where we'll enjoy some fun in a naturist band
To savour the moments of the common jingle

Don't fret of mindless act, as this is unreal soul
Placing ourselves in cult to chase away some cream
As flattering surprise to fulfill long-time dream
Of being in body, pleasing you as a goal

Don't worry as h...

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For our Debbie

Delightful in nature, always with pleasant smile
Even on the worse of days, her beauty shines through hell
Battering through problems till the closing of bell
Because she has that care for our Canadian file

Intense as she becomes faced by the next challenge
Entertaining the crowd to get information
Succeeding in action for proper solution
Resulting in applause after correct package

Acc...

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New Love

How do I open self to let others shine in
As my mind drifts away to the ocean's ridge
Hearing the seagulls squall deafening inner bridge
That will trigger warfare of ultimatum sin

Nowhere will I open the sanctity of self
That will allow the hurt to turf my happiness
Be in this fragile state of drunken scornfulness
That makes grown man stumble to the size of an elf

Be mindful of the art...

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