Gator Sack
In the twilight's glow, a wild allure,
I find a treasure, rugged yet pure.
“I want to hold your gator sack,
Its rugged charm pulls me off track.”
Beneath my collar, heat does rise,
A mystery wrapped, caught in your guise.
Oh, gator sack, your mystique sings,
In shadows deep, my longing clings.
From swamps untamed, your essence calls,
With every stitch, my heartbeat enthralls.
A treasure rare, my heart's delight,
This crazy lust can't be contained tonight.
I reach for you, through woven threads,
A world of wonder in all that spreads.
The stories whispered in your seams,
A canvas of wild colors masquerading in my dreams.
And so, I hold you, feel the weight,
In every fold, I contemplate fate.
With passion burning, wrapped in style,
I'll hold you close for just a while.
For in this moment, fierce and clear,
The gator sack draws me so close.
In its embrace, the wildness blooms,
A dance of desire in the evening’s rooms.
So let me linger 'neath the stars' soft light,
With you, dear sack, I’ll savor the night.
For though the dawn will soon arrive,
In this gator's charm, my heart will thrive.
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