My hand had travelled slowly to the promised spot.
It was a cautious journey, marked by sweaty hesitation.
And now a question over should I or not
give into wetness and its tingling sensation.
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Did she prance in her pants, or dance in your pants, she must have found the house Warm regards allan
Allan: I think you might want to re-read this. It was written in the spirit of my previous poem Helma and Louise. Too subtle? H