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Fondling Memories

Stay with me in my final minute
Be the one my eyes behold
When my day slips into twilight infinite
Before sight dims, body goes cold

As God's breath extinguishes my candle

Consider indulging the last of my earthly requests
Remove the straps from your shoulders slowly
Let me gaze upon those voluptuous breasts of yours
Old man that I am, decrepid and lowly

Such magnificent melons I'd love to handle

To take with me, cradle in the grave
I confess the sin, this innermost desire
A generous sampling of your curvature I crave
In the warm glow of the flickering hearth fire

Please, be a party to my scandal

Leaving all my worldly possessions behind
All I wish to take into this journey of darkness
Is a firm grasp of your beauty

And if it isn't too much to ask
While we're going about the task

I wouldn't mind a squeeze of that booty
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