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Midnight Rendezvous - for contest

Midnight Rendezvous I have slept with watermelon caressed the firm curvaceousness, lustily bathed in scented come-on of baking bread, kissed gently the smooth fuzz of sun warmed, stolen, peaches, tasted the salty sting of clandestine rendezvous, darkened room, refrigerator moonlight, succulent secret moments passion’s fruit satiation’s lip licking climax dripping on my bare chest, tantalizingly tickling a depleted six-pack. The refrigerator door closes, a dark guilt follows me back to bed. 6/24/2016

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Date: 7/1/2016 8:05:00 PM
thanks again Andrea.
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Date: 6/30/2016 9:34:00 PM
I need to look and see what place you got here, but you deserved a HIGH place for this one. congrats, John It was truly one of the very best.
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John lawless
Date: 7/8/2016 7:41:00 AM
it snuck onto the list
Date: 6/30/2016 1:53:00 PM
:D Great! Passion for foods...:) Congrats.
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Sunita U.D Palawon
Date: 7/2/2016 11:56:00 AM
:)
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John lawless
Date: 7/1/2016 8:04:00 PM
thank you Sunita...crumbs or croissants, it's all good
Date: 6/30/2016 10:46:00 AM
Methinks your poem should have been rated higher.... I love the way you've romanticized food. Congrats John, for your placement in the contest!! ;-)
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John lawless
Date: 7/1/2016 8:03:00 PM
...well beauty is in the eye of the beholder and on the fork of the midnight snacker....Appreciate the comment Teddy, thanks.
Date: 6/25/2016 10:08:00 AM
wow!! You are amazing. I used an oldie for the contest, a personal fave of mine. but this one is so CREATIVE. It is very well crafted, John.
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John lawless
Date: 7/1/2016 8:02:00 PM
There's just something about those midnight snacks, brief affairs shared in the dim light of an open fridge door. Thanks for reading and commenting Andrea, always appreciated.