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There once was a lass from the moor,
who liked often to use her back door.
In whispers of love she'd implore,
with a secret so steamy, it soared.
Yet behind closed doors she still craved more.
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Unspoken Serenades: Poetry
PoetryA collection of my poetry. I am quite the amateur so don't expect anything ground-breaking. This book will feature romantic, erotic and humorous poetry. It will serve as a poetry journal and will be updated regularly whenever I happen to write somet...
