The Heated Fellow (By Rachel)
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Herbert Nehrlich
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The envelope is ready-made
Of plush and moist velour,
Prepared for any stalwart raid
Or beckoning allure.
Interior slick and very warm
Caressing every side,
Accepts entire shape and form
A welcome room to hide.
Nestled deep within its fold
Respite may here be found,
Or steamy moves of someone bold,
Stretch bound'ries top to mound.
The heated fellow, should he come
He will be welcomed there,
My envelope begins to hum
In silent joyful prayer.
©2008 by Rachel
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