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A split palm, a republic maritime, seek the rope, dope, and climb. Get on board, child of the horde, stand atop this granite prop, don’t dive, don’t drop. Over here, there’s some beer, and a bamboo hut, where you can spread your butt, yes, be a dear, stick out that rear. I’m not saying you’re a slut, I’m just saying, clouds like creatures dancing, and trees in the breeze swaying, is way better than preying or laying, and you can bet your ass that later I’m slaying a swordfish for filleting, and then I’m rowing to Ancona—guarantee I’m gonna.
ReplyDeleteThat scenario of rock and palm tree looks almost delightful. But a rope-ladder—seriously? I would look so far from hot climbing up or down that my confidence would break like a February thermometer on which a scald has been flung. Rung after rung, my back to the height more terrible for being manageable, I do my best to turn my back on vertigo. I try and forget a sexy man who welcomes me in his lap might, moments from now, sit his excellent as on a desiccated palm-frond. Now, before a stance I am not ready to full-on make.
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