Last night I had a pleasant dream
the feathers had been shaved.
The view was peaches and sweet cream
all hot and kindly saved.
I could have said that they were plucked
politeness made me stop.
The word that rhymes would then be fucked
with me or her on top.
(Dedicated to the moonlit cheek.)
Herbert Nehrlich
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