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A Song of Frigidity and Desire
Feeling sweet, flying high, you between caramel thighs
Latent passion, burns bright, red hot in the middle of the night
Never grappled with such emotions, had desire with such devotion
Thankfully, rationality quells the ache in the waking hour, logic turns sweet sour
Forbidden thoughts tantalize, it's torment to fantasize
Futile to take action, never to fruition comes satisfact...
Sunday 20th September 2020 6:16 am
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