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February 22nd, 2005, 09:28 AM
#1
Inactive Member
tongues mustn't
always make language,
but bodies shall,
with hand holding
and seductive eye glances;
kissing is
a comfortable pillow
where their souls
can rest from
acknowledgment
through words.
evenings for nakedness
and easily found entanglement
with fiending grunts.
after separation of
sweating forms,
hearts shall be sewn
into teddy bears,
used as decoration
on beds of love
after lovers leave
to wash up.
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February 22nd, 2005, 01:02 PM
#2
Senior Hostboard Member
Sounds like someone got lucky [img]wink.gif[/img]
A very petite poem. Very nice.
It makes me think skinny. Not very full of filler, but to the point.
I like it.
However - I'm still not sure how I feel about "yr"
btw.. knowing that you read his stuff.
did you hear Hunter S. Thompson died?
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