Sweet one
may I be blue
within a
snowy winter
for the
furnance in
my hearts home
longs for
your heated
summer.
Below the line
of panties
as fresh as
the daisy
of spring.
I stand at
full attention
for the taste
of certain
fruits.
So far
away
one eager
tongue
and lips
await
those
kisses.
Friday, October 28, 2011
Octopoem #4
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1 comments:
tastefully sexy...good read!
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