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Castilian Moon

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Rumors of the proverbial sawmill
And passing of my solo,
I remain in tune to my quest, 
Sensually hearkening with my quill. 

Shrill of the coming dusk, 
Aria of my awakening eyes,
In truth I be nocturnal being, 
Visiting you in dreams.

In Sedgewick, my Gothic manse
And flirtations with my swill,
The cock of my manhood throbs,
Beaming in my semen. 

Touch of the Sandman's lips,
Caressing the nape of your soul,
Brings chills of heat to your hips,
In penmanship I script.

In ravishing poetry I prose, 
Swaying poetically the ambiance,
Beneath the Castilian moon,
Swooning in your lust.

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