You lay there bronzed with a shine, I could not wait until you were mine, when I could touch your fine line, curves like a belle on a beach, a sensual smell, uniquely devine, I grasped you tight then brought you home, eventually when we were at last alone, you glistened and spat as if you were an angry cat, placed under the grill, covered in butter and then I ate, the delicious fish, what a tasty dish.
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