I am green and wild
You are blue and vague
We make the earth.
it seems we got it wrong
man made god in his own image
So sensuous is this piece of clothing,
Barely covering her bare essentials.
If she lets it fall to the ground,
Visible are her melons so round.
And what to say of her crevices,
Up & down both are so smooth,
Juice-filled they are the milk booth.
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Lingerie is pronounced somewhat as \laundjzerie/.
My HP Poem #1023
Old people were a baby
Babies will be old people
World is like a bus stop
Life is patiently waiting...
the glowing in your eyes rewrites history
You said you needed someone,
So I was there again,
To try and pick up the pieces,
To try and rekindle our flame,
Of a love that was once broken,
Can be reborn again,
Because I loved you I let you go,
But know its time to hold you in my arms again,
As my love for you never went,
And now I hope you feel the same.
I wish I could know if it hurts you too
or not but I guess I never will