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The silent stealthy suspect
Loiters, lickerish-like, whilst lounging,
Lusting lovingly at the lady’s
Largifical Lucious loins.
He longs but will not lunge,
For fear a fright and flight
Will have his flagpole flail and fail.

Draped in delicious, dangerous desires,
The dapper Duke dawdles,
His digits dancing without decorum,
Dilly-dallying in the depths of devotion
Directed at his delicate darling
As she simmers, but soft, sultry,
Silhouetted in the simulated sky-light.

Oblivious is he, that she,
Olivia, obsessed, ogles him often,
Onerously obstreperous in her oblectation.
Slippery, with sud-filled sighs,
The filly’s flighty fingers fiddle away.
Facilitating flustered flashes.

Oh the tortured tones torn
From the tips of their trembling toes,
To the top of their tonsures.
Too taciturn to be tactile –
Cloak and daggered both, their clandestine
Closeted, camouflaged capers, continue comically.

 

 

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