Tongue in Cheek

by

Silverwolf ©



A wispy tail wags
Above my nose
Above the bud as well
that smells not of the rose
itself above the bud
whereon my tounge does go
As winters wind does cry
I think "Oh, let it snow"
For I'm content to warm my self
with my lovers liquid flow



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