Fair Maiden
A fair maiden was she,
ready for the taking,
yet waiting for me
Her tender touch grew,
for she desired love,
and that much I knew
Till finally the day came
for us to seed our love,
Whew! I'll never be the same
For a fair maiden was she,
but lust raged in her heart
with a now... ever-tired me!
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