Wiz you hep me
nip your tickle
Stalk your gargle
Like a lozenge
Wet my fingers
Long and hungry
In the snickets
of your garden
Wik you croll me
Round your linger
Consecrate
our hidden musts
Stab me like a
Yorkshire pudding
Dripping gravy
hot and lush
Wit you neck your
molten swallow
O my head is split like rice
Custard yellow
Primrose nectar
Barge me stoley
to the middin
Furthest ripple
Lake of stone
I am faithful
as a braken
grassy splint
Of whitten bone
Faerie faerie
Spectral wings
Dew drops glob
Your virgin sort
There are no more nymphs
In Gilead
Cark the ravens
Crow my corse
Will you letly dip my sherbet
In the phantom of your hip
Little garden
Perfume rises
Petal fresh
And bumble slick
I debauchly
Hot you wantly
breeze me scaldy
Kick me quick.
30/08/19
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