By: Jokerette
It started when, clear as a bell
She pondered deep upon a
shell.
Small black eyes stared into her heart,
Nothing on earth could keep
them apart.
Then deep within her, the thought arose
Best it would be
if no one knows.
Sleek misdirection, she so fertile..
Our Poet Devine lusts
after the turtle.
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