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There are a few gentlemen I admire
Whose lovely poems set my heart afire
Though we live far apart
They all captured my heart
Their romantic verses make me perspire.

I dare not expose each poet by name
Cuz I'm afraid that would make them fair game
To the women of soup
Who would make a swift swoop
To put flirty moves on each manly flame.

I'd best keep their IDs close to my vest
And imagine their heads upon my breast
While I pretend their lines
Are for me... valentines
And my breasts only used as a headrest. 
                                       Jenna 


I dreamt I was lying on her soft breast
As cushions go they were simply the best
Then there was a loud beep
And I woke from my sleep
But I'll never forget her treasure chest...
                                    Tom C.


One's lucky to pass the gravity test
With breasts able to use as a headrest
When they start to swing low
Reaching to your elbow
Those fantasy men will not be impressed.
                                     Belle B.


Some soup poetesses leave me cold
Others make me feel lusty and bold
Then one I met
But to my regret
She just craved my bulging--billfold!
                                     Robert Gorelick

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