The date
Cheeky combination of a master with words
With a witty woman where intellect wonders
To succumb desire of succulent thunders
Yet maintaining hostage of sheltered hoods in herds
Chase away the demons, to find lovely housing
For a heart in warming and hands hardly roaming
But the inner man-child is hiding his foaming
As her beauty stuns him and her smile is rousing
Dare to say, connectio...
Tuesday 29th October 2019 12:35 am
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