jupitersterrain four

drafts

necking will make me a little tense and breathless trying not to yield lets just call it a draw and you tempt me not I shall hide in the stable bottom. Please don't bee so hard on me my flaws and variations cause local flutterings you'll tear the material 

I stress my instability will eclipse concentration, the drum tones of my tail feathers echo the tapping of woodpeckers 

clicking my heels and I will stamp in protest wing against wing flicks 

and I ran and ran until he caught me laughing in his arms 
admonishing me with sweet kisses my cheeks still flushed with 
flirtations my wicked wicked contraband ... those glances
that I stole those soul eyes that twinkled at the ball 
all still in me when he sits me up on that graveyard wall 
please don't wake the dead my love or I shall run so 
far you will never find me my honour hidden from even you ...




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