To My Beloved From the City of Luck
Being my honeycup and dish
A delicacy from an inn lavish
Thou are such a fine female
Of thy supreme ‘mole’ male
Serving so sweet secretions
In our suite in successions
During our oral rendezvous
We involve in mutual woos
Ever appetizing is the flavor
Of thy honey with no color
Ever yearning to dive deep
Into the clutch only to sip
Between thy thighs I find
A solace when we entwine
An awesome hutch solid
Where we compete rapid..!!
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