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Venus in Boots You scared others, but me! Attracted By what I’m not sure, your hair, eyes, hips. Maybe it was the *** noodle you were having for lunch My modern day Venus: behind the beauty counter at Boots Head and shoulder above everybody else, Even though you were only five foot two I was captivated by your beauty, our eyes met Then gazing at your full red lips, hearing those Immortal words, “can I help you sir”. It was at that moment I realised I do need help. Nights and days I dreamed of Venus in Boots I longed , not for her body, but her heart. You in your twenties me in my seventies The odds were not in my favour. Slowly a relationship formed You let me hold your hand, smell your neck No kissing: I bought you things Earrings , jeans, you asked what colour I could not resist. Blue! We went for walks , town, country, seaside The waves crashed. My heart had already crashed Totally besotted. Even though it was all one sided I was blissfully happy! As I paddled, I felt tired. As the tide ebbed So did my life. My final thoughts were of my Venus in blue jeans, in Boots.
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Jun 15, 2011
Jun 15, 2011 at 10:44 AM UTC
Venus in Boots
Venus in Boots You scared others, but me! Attracted By what I’m not sure, your hair, eyes, hips. Maybe it was the *** noodle you were having for lunch My modern day Venus: behind the beauty counter at Boots Head and shoulder above everybody else, Even though you were only five foot two I was captivated by your beauty, our eyes met Then gazing at your full red lips, hearing those Immortal words, “can I help you sir”. It was at that moment I realised I do need help. Nights and days I dreamed of Venus in Boots I longed , not for her body, but her heart. You in your twenties me in my seventies The odds were not in my favour. Slowly a relationship formed You let me hold your hand, smell your neck No kissing: I bought you things Earrings , jeans, you asked what colour I could not resist. Blue! We went for walks , town, country, seaside The waves crashed. My heart had already crashed Totally besotted. Even though it was all one sided I was blissfully happy! As I paddled, I felt tired. As the tide ebbed So did my life. My final thoughts were of my Venus in blue jeans, in Boots.
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Jun 15, 2011
Jun 15, 2011 at 10:44 AM UTC
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