Haiku

Summer’s brightness fades
And gives way to cloud-grey rain,
What of you, my love?

Nighttime’s solitude
Allows those once quiet thoughts
To scream like banshees!

As abstract fears
Become concrete and metal,
For no good reason.
 
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All men’s plaintive cry,
“Give me more inches, dear lord!”
“To plough this fresh rut”.
 
I’ve heard that’s the case
Not a problem here. Two peas
And baby carrot 😔🤣
 
The golden rule is:
To please oneself best, one should
first please one's partner.
 
Just as a suggestion:

nipples visibly erect
cheeks... red hot, and between?
salivating
 
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