The attic of the lunar.
Yet inside my own private boudoir.
Me and my own personal lover together.
In a cosy situation of heather.
Listening to the music of life.
And rhythms of innovative spice.
Her smooth and delicate bare feet.
Draped over my warm thighs.
To be slightly pleased on my knees.
Yet not a victim of demeaning tease.
She always understands my desire.
Sets my cold heart on fire.
I don't want her sex.
I like to admire her feet.
And stay away from yobs on the street.
In a bubble safety zone of perfection.
This is my ultimate direction.
Something different and special.
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