Tossed…

Too easily blown, flown at dawn and the windy dusk…

Dried or watered, too easily swept, left and unkempt…

How inconsistent if persistently pricked and poked…

Unabridged, unbridled and unrestrained she becomes…

With the right moments, in garments of deceit, a gainsaying that appeals to a craving soul; uncertain hearts, wavering at every probe, throbbing like an athlete’s twitching muscles…

Too easily blown, flown at beautiful dawn or windy sunset…

Dried or watered, too easily flustered, flurried and tinkered…

That perfect ephemeral ecstasy of orgasmic satisfaction, beautiful appeal to her raging sixth sense…

Too easily swayed, void of loyalty or royalty altogether…

No reason to make a trust deposit or withdrawal, only an emotional repository for strangers within ans without…

Now her sweet danger looms in a room nigh the exit door in your beautiful peaceful stone castle… 

She’s been tossed too easily away, do run away and make a report to have her stowed away!

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