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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana 
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what can you say about love that’s not been said strike a pose thighs leering to be understood embraceable and constricting ah . . . would you just look at that the fairest of skin handed down from generations blonde hair no blonde jokes allowed here allowing my hand to search out all the tender places you breath is nervously trying to breathe normally oh my . . . the exquisite waist curving into your necessary molding and becoming as one with those succulent hips my own breath has deserted me as I find the darkness of your woman’s soul moist and awaiting ©July 4, 2014 / Jerry Pat Bolton ~*~ When they give you ruled paper write sideways. ~*~ |
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Lori Grosser Rhoden Member Patricius
since 2009-10-10
Posts 10202Fair to middlin' of nowhere |
Well I'd say that is a 4th of July poem in its own right...kinda had some fireworks of its own  Lori  |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Heh.Heh Thank you for noticing, Lori. Thank you. ~*~ When they give you ruled paper write sideways. ~*~ |
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