By: Lucinda Kerrigan
March 18, 1997
copyright pending
Over thinking the young man
Lathered and drooled when he saw her
It was like a chocolate pound playing musically
With a petal rose
Then, the winter wind
Shot madly away and some months then later
The summer wind came blowing in verociously
Which started to cook and seem to boil their skin
While the comfortable temperature
Magnetically bound their bodies to each other
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