"sulty" poems - Hello Poetry

*C'mon baby, you know you want this you wanna drive this home give you the starring roll, I'll lick my lips and bat my eyelashes give a little sigh let you peek at my luscious lips I know you want to take a dip in my hot, spicy, sulty interior bend me, splay me, play me get it on under that steamlined hood just treat me right I know how to skillfully handle stick shift I'll make your every fantasy come true have your sleek engine humming 0-60 in no time trip me to oblivion and back I can skillfully handle stick shift let's roll down the windows and cruise give me a whirl, make my motor purr baby, you can drive my car ~beep beep'm yeah~*

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Oct 1, 2013

Oct 1, 2013 at 3:12 PM UTC

frieda-p

Baby, you can...

*C'mon baby, you know you want this you wanna drive this home give you the starring roll, I'll lick my lips and bat my eyelashes give a little sigh let you peek at my luscious lips I know you want to take a dip in my hot, spicy, sulty interior bend me, splay me, play me get it on under that steamlined hood just treat me right I know how to skillfully handle stick shift I'll make your every fantasy come true have your sleek engine humming 0-60 in no time trip me to oblivion and back I can skillfully handle stick shift let's roll down the windows and cruise give me a whirl, make my motor purr baby, you can drive my car ~beep beep'm yeah~*

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their ecstasy, sulty in frigid airs, whose vanity is ephemeral, and worn ragged is, the teenage scent of hormones and chemicals.

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Aug 3, 2014

Aug 3, 2014 at 4:24 AM UTC

TheDenouement

Kalopsia

their ecstasy, sulty in frigid airs, whose vanity is ephemeral, and worn ragged is, the teenage scent of hormones and chemicals.

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Anytime I raise my pen to write, my excerpt is a sketch of Sulty, and those nostalgic memories. Anytime I raise my pen to write, I sketch ravishing images of her, my nightingale. Anytime I take my pen to write, I carve no shenanigan images of her, but of the comeliness of her love twitching my blood stream. Anytime I raise my pen to write, my ink is full with the gravity of her love, ready is my pen to write of the bonny of her beauty.

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Mar 18, 2020

Mar 18, 2020 at 8:16 PM UTC

Aboo-Salmarh1057

MY PEN

Anytime I raise my pen to write, my excerpt is a sketch of Sulty, and those nostalgic memories. Anytime I raise my pen to write, I sketch ravishing images of her, my nightingale. Anytime I take my pen to write, I carve no shenanigan images of her, but of the comeliness of her love twitching my blood stream. Anytime I raise my pen to write, my ink is full with the gravity of her love, ready is my pen to write of the bonny of her beauty.

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