Not much I will bequeath,
the world only infinitesimally richer
by my temporary sojourn ahere,
Belike some will read my iconoclastic verse,
some my genial word
spewed by a body benumbed by ague,
Some more, I take heart,
taking rest in the shadows I lined on paper
beriming the beauty of bevy and woman and you,
My books unwritten in lead unsmelted
yet the sun a smile richer
dramming vapors above my scribbled sentences,
Feel the ardor in the ordeal of my fingers, woman,
as they dehisce between their cupidity of skin
and the beseeching of proffering your skin to paper.
In a list
Please tell me what you think
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Oh yes she is blessed indeed~sigh~~
Sandi 
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Oh...
~Sonja~
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Sighhh...Such a fortunate woman.
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