Poet I may be, and rather gallant
but my tongue has another talent.
An ability only special ones know,
a secret skill I hardly show.
So here it is for your delight,
just the once, this very night.
Come my Dear! Let us walk
whilst I knot your cherry stalk.
© Pagan Paul (08/12/2016)
May 18, 2017
May 18, 2017 at 10:29 AM UTC
Poet I may be, and rather gallant
but my tongue has another talent.
An ability only special ones know,
a secret skill I hardly show.
So here it is for your delight,
just the once, this very night.
Come my Dear! Let us walk
whilst I knot your cherry stalk.
© Pagan Paul (08/12/2016)
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Well someone has to put the verse into perverse :)
PPx
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