Waxing Lyrical

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Like the womb of a young girl,
The full moon ripens;
With the needs and hopes of the back-lit earth.

In the Garden of Desire
The belly swells;
Moved by its own reflection in a lover's eye.

The growing seed roots us
To the fertile ground;
To stop the spinning world skipping from our hands.

When all is well,
The quick breath slows us down;
Reflecting the pure joy of a warming embrace.

Thoughts collide in the Pandora's box:
The moon of secrets;
When the dream bathes the world in the dreamer's light.

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Bacon Bazooka

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A girl’s pert thigh is delicious
Tingle-brain to the tips of my toes;
In cunt I see nothing seditious
A secret that everyone shows.

If the prick is but blood's treason
Then please to my mind tell me this;
How on earth do you reckon in reason
For the lack of your sexual bliss?

You can never get tired of Fanny
Though her owner might bore you to tears;
It's little short of something uncanny
What Dick likes when he's had a few beers.

If any man tells you he doubts
His empty old life is just a farce;
It's only love's rules that he flouts
So kick-in his balls through his arse

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