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Ascot and tie pin.
Top hat and white spats.
What a dandy I am,
decked out in black tux. 

To prom until dawn,
but I wasn't invited.
No RSVP...
I have good moves.

My boutonniere has wilted,
but I still want to dance.
In search of romance.
Vampires fandango.

Beneath the moon,
my shadow steps.
Just me and my muse.
She pantomime kisses.

As spirits play instruments, 
of phallus and cellos,
she unbuttons my britches
and arias on deep cum. 

The tides of Aberdeen,
beating against rocks,
as the willows sigh.
So goes my muse.

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