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Tapping's Of My Heart

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In still, the shadows hint the stirring of trees, 
Coming of the dusk, insuring hours of hark,
As my pulse quickens in lusty fashion
And I in my candor, reading Annabel Lee.

Sloshing of the tides upon the rocks slop
And I in nightshirt take big chill,
Of the visitor in my day dreams,
Caressing the passion of my be.

In mist of clouds, my seeing eyes blear,
As I adjust comfort on my evening chair, 
Taking notice of someone there,
With scent of an aura my snout snares.

Whispers of embers, glowing in hearth,
Snapping of the coals, lay beaming at me,
The breath of lust on my body flesh
And tapping's of my heart. 

Mist of falling rain, on panes of my windows,
Like tears running down mountain streams, 
Soft breasts against my eyeing soul,
Darkness shrouding, covering my maleness.

Quietness the brandy flows from snifter, 
Aromatic desire and nightly lifter,
As I sip the musk of her nectar 
And I in my candor, reading Annabel Lee.

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