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Jan 2011
It's cold, I'm shivering.
My fingers are numb.
Brrrr! I'm trembling.
Can't wait for the Sun!
The heat of her kisses
All over my face.
The warmth of my Mrs.
No one can replace.
When My Summer comes
I know I'll get wet.
It'll drip from my thumbs,
All covered with sweat.

The rays of her fingers
Are just like the Sun.
My senses are tingled;
The Summer is fun.
When My Summer's here,
So hot and so soft,
I wont have a care,
When my clothes are off.
I've waited so long
To dip in the pool.
I can't do it now,
Because it's too cool.

My Summer will place me
In her loving embrace.
And she will take me
To fill in her space.
Convulsions from Sun strokes,
I can't wait to feel!
My Summer don't mind folks
Keeping it real.
When hot *******
Goes in so deep,
******* sensations
Will put us to sleep.
A Poem for Maureen by Norris Rolle
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norris rolle
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