how how

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his fictitious gallant being,
longs for her nakedness
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somehow she feels him
how his mind rides to her...
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feels the appetizing show
prior to the start of fancy...
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prior to the wink of the sun
in her wetly blue... tempted
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(addicted), waits for her call
in his longest deeply dream


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