'bout mine oak floor
.
i watched hern nymph
spy my
whilst
'pon oak
mine
floor
she sat
wit
top hat
kneez up
fundament
locked unto the wood
aaaan'd
up her hip's
limbz
draped in linen
went
tap tap
tap
tap'n
'pon mine
Royal model P
her purty feet's
digits
tap tap'd
tap
tap'd
spryly
side mine
think
Copyright © James Peranteau | Year Posted 2024
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