The Summer of Love
Giggling from the corner of, her bedroom...
Gleam her eyes bare her breast tightly she grips
Sister Maria's rosary, tearing the buttons from her convents
White cotton dress virgins gazing at their beauty; twine reflections..
Sipping rose wine as she turns about to offer, her heart shaped glass.
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