The Book of Wrevelations

A Pome for Chris

by The Viragos and the Peasantry (that would be Paul).

Is everybody ready?

Okay. Here goes.

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Burn, serpent.

Hasten swiftly heavenly peak.

Touch my hard crazy desire.

Plunge and swirl my sensual goddess fragrance.

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Wish two.

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Cry in naked breasts, we pray

But you soar in trembling ecstasy

Eat pleasure.

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We treasure and frolic wildly

Hot silken thighs.

Passion.

Moment.

Scream.

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Explosion.

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Fate love his face.

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The end.

Explanation: For those who wonder, Wendy actually has all of these words on her refrigerator. We just rearranged them for her. Ain't we good?

This is true.

Signed:

The Viragos and Paul. (Lucas, that is)