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Self-Conscious Love
we all have bits a tad imperfect,
(dark specs hide my killer squint)
other embarassments of mine
so many they're not fit to print
Beverley liked to hum during sex,,
she kept goats and preferred oral,
tight bandages on both big toes,
her orgasms were strictly choral
middle-aged smoke screens hide
natural signs of wear and tear,
I left Sue's bewigged head alon...
Monday 30th November 2020 11:05 am
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