Gales of the wind blow dark eeriness,
Upon the bogs, briers of my thatch,
Howling caws, omens in my bleariness.
Echoes of insomnia, my eyes blink thirst,
Whispers of words scribe lust of my quest.
Squalls of the thunder, the jackdaws call.
In swagger my cock takes rise,
Tempest of my quaking manhood,
Hungering of swooning sighs.
Love of sensuality in shadows I hark,
Pantomime caresses and fornications,
With feathered quill I confess.
Entwined, the flesh of fair maiden I seek,
Soft thighs about my torso I speak,
Rising to occasion and copulation, I peak.
Prosing of my splattering cum,
With swill of my nightly rum I hum,
Gales of the wind blow, dark eeriness.
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