How so he asked
I imagined you'd be saying something else
I would never hear that here
Its outside where such manner accords
You have left your How so?
Chagrine hidden by modesty
I have managed to turn a centre meeting into a brothel discourse
My tongue slaying attempts of make believe
I make night winds in assumes of Day
Never knowing the passing of Day eds t the night
I fiend you in attempt to attain you
I knew such misconcept would remain in the glare of stare
Inever compromise us or you
The teaching of no guilt in pleasure has me asunder.
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