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Honey hunting

I'm tired of honey hunting. Send me something. Show me a sweet darling. In which, we could be lovers with no quarreling. She's about one of the sweetest, cleanest, neatest, petite pieces with high cheek bones. Her fair-skin is toned. Every square is a feature. A rear shaped like an apple, but as sweet as two peaches. What a trusting, lusting, sweet harmony, that makes me feel complete. That loves to meet between the sheets. That's got no shame to her game, her freak is always unique. It's no strange occurance that she has the endurance to maintain the perfect game. That understands where I'm from. Respects where I'm at, and knows where I'm going. She never complains, just speaks up when it's time to make a change. Should always be glowing , knowing that I'm so hungry. That I will not accept defeat, and will always come home with more than we can eat. We finally greet, In the steamy summer heat.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010

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Date: 7/14/2010 5:42:00 AM
I would like to welcome you to PoetrySoup Matthew. Wishing you the best in your writing endeavors. If you have questions please feel free to ask anyone here. We are all willing to help and if we don't know the answer we will find someone who does. Love, Carol
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