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She floats above my life with hidden purpose Casting glances over her pearl white shoulder Occasionally To see if I've noticed To see if I've fallen for the ruse Taken the bait Given in to the pursuit. She knows I want her. She's aware of my need. It shines in my scent, My wounded trail. She floats above my life daintily With estrogen seeping Wiggling and shadow-boxing with my heart Casting her lures, Fly fishing, Teasing me from my mud-sucking existance Only to snag me Razor barb hook tearing through the soft tender meat of my soul She checks me out and tosses me back And as I sink into the murky depths of my maleness I cry out "Try again!  Size isn't everything!" But she cannot hear me above the whir of her own motor. And she trawls to another pond.
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Jan 30, 2011
Jan 30, 2011 at 3:15 PM UTC
Fly Fishing
She floats above my life with hidden purpose Casting glances over her pearl white shoulder Occasionally To see if I've noticed To see if I've fallen for the ruse Taken the bait Given in to the pursuit. She knows I want her. She's aware of my need. It shines in my scent, My wounded trail. She floats above my life daintily With estrogen seeping Wiggling and shadow-boxing with my heart Casting her lures, Fly fishing, Teasing me from my mud-sucking existance Only to snag me Razor barb hook tearing through the soft tender meat of my soul She checks me out and tosses me back And as I sink into the murky depths of my maleness I cry out "Try again!  Size isn't everything!" But she cannot hear me above the whir of her own motor. And she trawls to another pond.
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timothy-mooney
American
Jan 30, 2011
Jan 30, 2011 at 3:15 PM UTC
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