Jyo Jottypoet Biography

"Thanks" the six letter word to play

It's just as sweet as you say
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In the rattling rain she whispers aloud
Take me up and up to the rainy cloud
I cannot bear to wait any more
I am wet and dripping to the core
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Oh! It's the new bug on my dress
Some say it just has no address
It comes and sits on me every morn
And sticks to my flesh right at dawn!
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If I were a sculptor I would capture you in my art
With every chip on stone would make you part by part
I would make the strands of hair, flowing on thy bust,
As my finest work of art and not one full of lust.
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WHAT TURNS YOU ON?

Must I tell as a Man
What turns me on?
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