Memory of Youth
Chuckling coy damsels lurked behind iron curtains,
And eyed the prodding boys in the plodding streets,
Hunting hearts, beat when love is in the air,
And consummated by the raging fire of passion,
Colliding and swelling mounds of groundbreaking motion,
Shielding and shedding the core coiling emerging
volcanoes,
A testimony to gyrating and spinning sinful
world.
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