Longing
What would I give,once more
To hold the blue-eyed angel I adore?
Earth has not anything to show more fair
Than the cascading of her golden hair.
Oh!To drink in her breathy sighs
As I lie between her moistening thighs.
To nibble upon her soft ear lobes
To sip upon her succulent globes
While around me her legs entwine tightly
(Such closeness I crave nightly)
To hold me deep within her sweet oasis
As I shower her half ope lips with kisses.
This dream doth me tantalise
With her ivory skin and bewitching eyes.
There is nothing I own of any treasure
That could ever purchase such loving pleasure.
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