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~for you~ me you and this here writ somewhat clothed pretty **** imaginative words, six-pack abs, sheathed in black lace thigh highs, a verbal escapade to reality lick the screen dare... lick yourself, dare... only fair, words so fluid, so sensual, when shared... best, stupendous commemorative come to my bed, come inside my tablet thrive on pleasured kisses, exchange of the essentials bean~genes of threeselfs blended what glory glorious that moment, can relive it, with eyes contacted .. where to here now hereafter, when to here, poem return come once more knowing we have jointed, acknowledging the creation of a co-memorizing-tionary diction, recycling this one poem, our commemoration coin that only goes up in value I love you...
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Jan 17, 2015
Jan 17, 2015 at 9:44 AM UTC
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~for you~ me you and this here writ somewhat clothed pretty **** imaginative words, six-pack abs, sheathed in black lace thigh highs, a verbal escapade to reality lick the screen dare... lick yourself, dare... only fair, words so fluid, so sensual, when shared... best, stupendous commemorative come to my bed, come inside my tablet thrive on pleasured kisses, exchange of the essentials bean~genes of threeselfs blended what glory glorious that moment, can relive it, with eyes contacted .. where to here now hereafter, when to here, poem return come once more knowing we have jointed, acknowledging the creation of a co-memorizing-tionary diction, recycling this one poem, our commemoration coin that only goes up in value I love you...
A year ago... http://hellopoetry.com/poem/568736/things-to-know-bout-me/ eat my cinnamon raisin bread from the inside out, so if you follow the trail of crust and crumb to my bed, swear innocent but not one cinnamonized raisin will be found put on my slippers with trepidation, for slippers so named, slip off my toes at the worst moments, that my life insurance expressly forbids our cohabitation Well gifted and well returned, my parents taught me to love words and the human voice enthralling, voyage never ending, love of words If our issue be our mark, then mark them well for you reputation recedes with them so as I ponder the why and where, of the last poem I will write, issue a tiny prayer that the notes be cinnamon raisin sweet and that each letter slip from my heart, and let these marks of me come with smoothing ease of a welcoming finality
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99/M/NYC/Lippstadt/Kraków
Jan 17, 2015
Jan 17, 2015 at 9:44 AM UTC
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