Oh, look. Another flippin' poem to press the point home.
Past Times Pastimes
A beautiful time of love and lust
The closest you can get to a human body
Hearts pounding, heavy breathing
Sweat dripping, tongues flicking
Seismic, insatiable, hot
An orgy of love and desire
Until the fire expires
Then a break for tea and ginger cake
Round two, or is it three?
I remember you chiefly, not just for your body
So fine and strong and mine for a while
But I cared for you deeply, with love and affection
A little piece of heaven, so sublime.
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