550. SKIP TO MY LOU

SKIP TO MY LOU
I wanted to press you till I broke you,
bend back your back, crack your neck,
twist you until you were twisted. These
were all my secrets. And still are.
The new word, for something that both
'was' and 'is', is 'wais' - which I shall
use, from this point on.
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It always wais that I could love
you like a sergeant-at-arms, pledging
fealty at the meeting to maintaining all
order at whatever possible cost.
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I wanted to succor you breathless
leaning leaving frolic at your
minions of frappled desire.
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Be that as it may,
I must now retire.