hmm.

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Oceans poking upon thy chest, pounding to caress,
what's drowing deep inside will not confess,
as it submerges, only to manifest so bleakly,
dreams that undress urges sending
ripples upon thy breast...

For this tart, succumb, and her unwillingness,
garners to splash through, gaurded undergarments,
if only a couple of twists, but neither a domestic swim,
would quench their loneliness.

-LP