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Spirit Shoes

Spirit shoes Put yourself BACK in spiritual shoes , where you have NO feeling body to use, no ecstasy of the moral cusp, denied orgasmic physical lust, just vapours of the muse... spring into a body of the beast, control the wants, enjoy the feast, orgasmic burns the blues, feel excitement through n through, the psychical of thrust, a life as man will do, it must... Don Johnson
Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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January 29, 2015 at 9:02 PM
Very interesting verse Don! It's been a while since I have visited your poetry! Awesome work my friend. "Just vapours of the muse..." fascinating. Your verses have always enchanted me Always, Laura
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January 29, 2015 at 4:32 AM
- These shoes ...I should like to have - A great poem, Don! - It's a long time since I've seen you - Hope all is well with you ! - hug // Anne-Lise :)
Johnson Avatar
January 29, 2015 at 5:43 AM
all well here downunder here, thank you for your comments dear, much appreciated......hugs
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