This last rhyme, the dearest and the last
Marks my transition from the age of lust
For thus forkindered souls must roam,
And seek in stranger arts pleasure denied at home.
The human body is the epitome of poetic refinement
I perceive I have paid adequate homage to her saint.
Thus I avow to write no more
Unless a well deserving soul asks for an encore.
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Behind the Red Door (Deluxe Edition)
RomanceThis is it, the crown jewel, the masterpiece, the deluxe, this is me at my best, at my awesomest, please read and please vote. hope you like it *dedicated to my Maria