With fevered dreams of limbs entwined,
To thee, I send these secret lines,
In hope this rhyme with thee resounds,
As my lust o'erfills my bounds,
Be assured I fond remember,
Thy loving fondling of my member!
May we together lay once more,
Upon the bed, the stair, or floor.
Too soon my mistress calls, alack.
But if thou want to hit this, holla back.
Awwwwwwww, forsoooooth, baby!
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