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utopia sangfroid
.
From mine dream'd
mine
fond illusion
I heard
the sound the pretty
sounds
"move over some my
want"
The foggy see
mine look
yesss
locked in this utopia
Oh
i thought I see'd
'long mine
stretch
the sparkling nymph's
thick
glittering where 'pon
my
her's touched
Quickly
fast I could
(i tell those with curious)
I grabbed mine pillow
yet persisting mine
hern pixie
'twixt mine sheath
too
mine down's
silk
hern purty
slithered
and az hern
straddled mine
i could almost feel
mine in when
"wake up my guy"
D and the double
A.M. No
,)
Copyright ©
James Peranteau
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