Keep things light
my candles of might
cast us an umbrella
to illuminate his stella,
so grand is he
so ready was she
parted that highway
the folds untucked
there be but one worriment
unknown to but us
taken for granted
o' heard them panted
their barriors shoved
that great seam in the glove.
For his sea may be
a blessing to thee
a test of must
amidst uncontrolled lust
a tell
a destiny
of possible espousal in store
or simply
a trip
to the drugstore.
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