As the poet’s hips rose
and fell like the restless waves of the ocean blue tossed hither and yon by the gusty winds of fate the lovely maid looked upwards into the depths of his sky blue eyes as she sighed and moaned ever so softly with her arms and legs wrapped tightly round the well-hung poet’s bow-flex crafted physique who gently plowed the field of her body prepared to plant his seed within the depths of her fertile womb |
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