Erotic PoetryA Certain SymphonyThere is a story into the reason
why porcupines mate very dangerously:
a certain symphony
incongrous to weeping hearts and angry sighs
wanton of Lover's depth
feeling more like a lone tree up on a hill.
The fact that I loved you once
and can love you again still:
return back this ring
from which I'd once stolen from your finger
that I can once again become the lubricator
between your legs ...
wouldn't that just reeve you up?
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