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By quill
Wed, 29 Sep 2004
- 715 reads
Heart pounding then, I leant toward her
Descending in a rage of calm
Drank the fragrance of her odour
Breathed wafts of sandalwood and balm
Felt my ardour soar to greet her
Wits crumbling in her blitz of charm
Thus Venus traps the broken-hearted
Swift solace for a wounded pride
Lips trembling, pouting, panting, parted
Shy hesitancy swept aside,
Till I, in reddening dismay, departed
When, inadvertantly - and loud ! - she farted...
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