It was all wild and while
the play as we took to
foot through this path
letting erstwhile blarney to go
with our erythrocyte getting warm
a rose from doublet
doyen and doyenne of love
see how drench we are with love
how drool the lips with love?
Should this be south or west wind?
Frolicking like sent from heaven
in the jacuzzi, look into me.
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