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Between the sheets we never wear a single thing that isn't bare, for clothes would hamper our delight in sharing flesh all through the night. For when we're one, and feed our lust sensations shared as chest meets bust expressing love in sexual play..... then clothes would just get in the way. Climaxing with a final thrust fulfilment shared in mutual trust euphoric from nocturnal play..... with clothes we couldn't be this way. When naked sharing midnight shower wet skin possessing silken power as water trickles round our frame..... clothes surely would our passions tame. Between the sheets, no place for clothes, just birthday suits from head to toes, unless you have no turtle dove, then maybe..... just leave off one glove! Ivor G Davies

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Date: 6/17/2011 12:04:00 PM
lol @ the last line. What a delightful read from your eloquent pen. Very good, Ivor. You're my kind of poet. :-)
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