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No cause to rush Her heart took flight at sight of him, Her love-lust woken up, Her craving need for love at speed, No time to waste as such.
She pulled him to her by his tie, She carefully chose her words, And then in no uncertain terms, She told him what she yearned.
His eyes became as organ stops, He fell down to his knees, To wit she begged: 'Get on with it', 'Don't spare the horses please'.
Herewith a lesson for us all, Should late-love come to call, A little slower if you please,
No cause to rush at all.
© Joseph G Dawson Vote for this poem
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