Shell
As
a smooth shell
curves
to a pearl display,
therein I dwell
within the swerves
of her red lips play.
They draw me close
and to my dismay
I know what I must say.
In her svelte repose
she does affirm
my need to pray.
The good Lord knows,
he does confirm,
my thanks to him for her today.
a smooth shell
curves
to a pearl display,
therein I dwell
within the swerves
of her red lips play.
They draw me close
and to my dismay
I know what I must say.
In her svelte repose
she does affirm
my need to pray.
The good Lord knows,
he does confirm,
my thanks to him for her today.
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