In the twilight's glow, a wild allure,
I find a treasure, rugged yet pure.
“I want to hold your gator sack,
Its rugged charm pulls me off track.”
Beneath my collar, heat does rise,
A mystery wrapped, caught in your guise.
Oh, gator sack, your mystique sings,
In shadows deep, my longing clings.
From swamps untamed, your essence calls,
With every stitch, my heartbeat...
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