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May 2019
She longed
to
make love
in the
greenest of grass
on the
'summer'ist'
of
summer's days.
So I
gently
laid her down
and she exclaims;

"Please;
Please with me
have
your way"

Love,
she made;
until her thighs
showed
a hue
of grey....


written by me... ..
These women are their own lubrication with me, I have come to find.
Written by
The Concrete Poet  M
(M)   
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   Bogdan Dragos
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