hoisted, archedaching, holdinglifting, pullinginto me.Cradled,held up, swayed withturned around, laughingheaven, every morn.~
i can taste it now.~
oh yeahwhat else can the rest of us say
tiddletoddlewe'll not coddleany of those who chooseto loseout on babbly,gabbly, sappily fun.like you just done.~
hey, a poem i understood in just one reading! keep em coming Ov.and yes, you are all very naughty.
fiddlefaddlewe'll not skedaddlejust for thosewho can't...er..banteronabout giggly,jiggly, wiggly suchthis is too much
too much?too hardfor my ears to settle upon.i pleadand plunder,yet all comes asunderfrom one lilting glance.~
geezoh pleasei'm happy to play any daybut you maybe moaning'cuz the juices are flowingand who be a' knowin'what i may textnext
wait, opus wants to play, too...
now opus is being naughty too
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