Some might say my head's always in the gutter,
but what do they know of such pleasures,
those sensuous treasures denied
for prim & properness.
And to deny the sacred,
to lie in chastity,
when you'd rather
lay in the clover,
is against the very nature of love,
given to us
by the glories in Heaven above.
Sep 10, 2014
Sep 10, 2014 at 8:13 PM UTC
Some might say my head's always in the gutter,
but what do they know of such pleasures,
those sensuous treasures denied
for prim & properness.
And to deny the sacred,
to lie in chastity,
when you'd rather
lay in the clover,
is against the very nature of love,
given to us
by the glories in Heaven above.
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