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She’s a messWas he even the bestWas he a testAble to peck her wet. Why jot delete these severe menSweep them over thereSee them as less? InsteadHere she is bent of kneeHere she perseveres Prude though she appearsThe redness in her cheeks are not her fears. Only desire! While between her and he – bedWhere her and his desires are fedWhere he proceeds between her legs Scent everywhere where she agrees. Begs.Where he bequeaths her his lengthShe should be blessed? Then when he's gone, she weeps.Her innocence now lentThe final penny she had.Spent.