This was my favorite little "verse"
Quote:
They stroll beneath the blossom, get the hots,
Nuzzle close, and talk of apricots.
“You can taste her secret with your tongue”:
So says our guy, to show he’s really hung.
And that’s the story. Not much else
occurs.
He does a writhing dance. She moans and purrs.
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Nuzzle close, and talk of apricots? Ooooh! Sassy!