Oh no....
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In my fresh years, I mistook love for leisure,
And carnal fruits were rather roughly raided
In woods and lanes secluded for the pleasure;
My higher self had no choice but be shaded -
My lower self, though, soon revealed its measure -
For wayward wives cried "blameless" for what they did,
While sampling assorted sensual scenery
And grappling in the undergrowth and greenery!
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A sticky business, fornicating fling,
Was my dark joy - a sensual poacher's skill,
I didn't care a condom for the ring
of marriage, and only craved the thrill
That new sensations bring -
For which there'll be a hefty spiritual bill?
And don't I now regret the fruit I sucked -
Which left me highly strung - and badly plucked!
Words by John-Charles Cooke
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Written on 2011-04-07 at 23:20
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The curse of copulation
1
In my fresh years, I mistook love for leisure,
And carnal fruits were rather roughly raided
In woods and lanes secluded for the pleasure;
My higher self had no choice but be shaded -
My lower self, though, soon revealed its measure -
For wayward wives cried "blameless" for what they did,
While sampling assorted sensual scenery
And grappling in the undergrowth and greenery!
2
A sticky business, fornicating fling,
Was my dark joy - a sensual poacher's skill,
I didn't care a condom for the ring
of marriage, and only craved the thrill
That new sensations bring -
For which there'll be a hefty spiritual bill?
And don't I now regret the fruit I sucked -
Which left me highly strung - and badly plucked!
Words by John-Charles Cooke
Read 561 times
Written on 2011-04-07 at 23:20
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