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[princepriest]

Aye, was spying wide upon
Yr all-at-once knickers
And nodding with the bounce of you
Halfway back to the Happy and Bright
Reality of tree years-a-grow.
Rings carefully formed. A crust of age.

Happens you were so proportioned
As to pet my lips with wet appetite.
You danced around your temple leaving
A soft trace of you smells everywhere
Wearing the finest fabrics, shaping
Your dresses, molded to Goddess.

You are Binah to babies
And Babylon to The Beast.
You are taming the worst
Of Man's kind with your
Rough kiss and fortitude.

And oh how they look upon you with wonder, and
Oh how they look upon you with wonder.