Earthy Longings


It must be said.
It must be written.
I need to be licked, or lightly bitten.

To bed to bed,
Clean sheets, naughty mind.
A partner between them,
We're two of a kind.

Roll me over in the clover.
Stroke me. Make me sigh.

Spring is near.
My heart is clear,
And so is my upper thigh.

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