Harry Groener
ode to virginia
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When I squeeze her trembling bosom
The blood pumps to my loins
When I penetrate her fortress
Our souls like twins conjoined
Virginia
And our love is frozen,
And our love is fire,
And our love is sacred and true,
And Mahatma Gandhi,
And the pancakes (everyone),
And the dragon
And you... Virginia