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Let me tell you of my quill's ways,

the way I go...

What you have heard by whisper,

may not go softly into the night.

The lover in me discovered

by my woman...
kind lover.

I am not mystic...


Sensually swayed, 

Erotic parallels.

I travel afar,
sometimes caviar.

No letter in a bottle,

I go full throttle.

My penis throbs between,

her parted thighs.

Can you imagine,



The keeper of the key.

Sensually swayed,

Erotic Parallels.

Knowing that I am only

a bard.

Didn't arrive by salty sea.

I came the way all others do. 

By my mother,

no other.

Nursed with elixirs and green tea.

I grew until I was sexual.

Sensually swayed,

Erotic Parallels.

My quill is out of ink.

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