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Wait and watch she's defrosting.
Wets in trickles of sunshine orange skin.
Slowly come the gong of her voice
Flopping belly seallike onto my aching back.
She'll make you shiver make my fleshiver.
Waiting's over she's singing.
Surfs the shaking roof of my mouth.
I am the moose I'll howl at the flakiest moon.
She'll make you shiver make my fleshiver.
She guides a weight into my spine
Melts the darkest day thaws a man out of my back
Licks and quivers until...
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