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In wisp, winds whisper,
Soft whispers of echoes
Of my throbbing manhood,
Echoes of silence whispering.

Quaintly I sleep in dreams, 
Dreaming of sensual 'morrows,
Soft kisses from lips 
And pleasures of the wisp.

Wisp-o'-the-harrows be,
Shadows of my nest,
Caressing the flesh, 
Of my poetic dove.

Silk of the vagina, I hiss,
Peak of adornment clit, 
In mist of the chamber keep,
Tasting of the sweet.

In lust I croon a cappella,  
Aria of black wild roses. 
Thorn of my fucking-cock, 
On petals of ebony quilt. 

In wisp, winds whisper,
Soft whispers of echoes.
In pantomime, I suppose,
Echoes of silence whispering.

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