Lust In Lore
Her nature was salty,
As the Severn bore,
Her behaviour was dry,
As sea-sand after touching waves.
She was trying to fly,
Like a vacuum cleaner in the sky,
She was lightening on a caravan route,
She seems as a Waterspolit.
When it was ready to go aloft,
She was thirsty when her lips
Depart from her kissing point.
She was smoking in a glow light.
As sand glimmers in a sunny day,
It seems as water was flowing,
Efforts were trying to lust in lore,
As diver uses his blow pipe.
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