| Open Poetry #49 |
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Blind Leads Blind On First Date |
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Boomer Styles Member
since 2014-03-02
Posts 194South Side Of Success |
touch awakes naive distaste her touch returned in ill-timed haste ending all which once was chaste a younger womans sweet caress touches me with tenderness my heart now hers she does possess afraid to feel my heart restrains a rushed emotions sweet refrain my love pours out like falling rain One ladle serves the soup that feeds the mouths of the many. |
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Ari Squire Member Posts 488 In The Phallus Lane |
'Firsts' always set firm in one's mind and ones' loins Boomer. More feelings and fewer words please |
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