goldenpalomino
open your eyes!
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The trouble with a treasure is: it won't stay in the box,
When you stroke it and caress it, like a cunning, urbane fox,
Who has devoured all the garbage; and now wants to delight
In a bottom that tops others, whenever it's in sight:
In the mind and in the memory (of how your hands caressed
A bottom winning prizes that you'd not award, but blessed:
The smaller derriere with your calloused hands - you rock,
When the trouble treasured tushy is so enticing for Sir's cock
Given your disposition and your penetrating prose
Chugging off to Chattanooga, as you divest me of clothes;
Now we're getting quite surreal and I accept your confusion,
But the trouble with a treasure is: it is simply illusion.
Méli
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"It is by going down into the abyss that we recover the treasures of life.
Where you stumble, there lies your treasure."
Joseph Campbell
But my treasure is your bottom.
Chattanooga if you please.