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A late summer breeze caresses us now,

Our bodies silhouetted against the night.

You’re tempted to recant a sacred vow

Till I send you to your lover so contrite.

You were certain we would have a moment of bliss

Before you made confessions I could not dismiss.

Don’t feel sorry for me, babe – go back where you belong.

As dawn draws nearer I’ll be very well,

Reclined in my reverie till I sing a sweet song

Of the many glories of my LL.

When he walks in like a panther the stars align.

I willingly drown in his deep blue sea.

It’s hard to control myself when he’s oh, so fine,

And I inhale his musk accordingly.

I’m a supplicant of his chiseled powers,

Enraptured as I while away the hours.

Don’t feel sorry for me, babe – go back where you belong.

As dawn draws nearer I’ll be very well,

Reclined in my reverie till I sing a sweet song

Of the many glories of my LL.