Backseat Poems - Poems about Backseat

Well I'm going against my better judgement here And telling you all of my mistakes I'll do it on my own terms though Because I don't want to get too close for too long I know with each word I speak your heart breaks So I'm pulling away with every ounce of strength I can muster Because honesty...

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Giggling sitting behind her dad ,holding balloons to the sky through the window and sharing the laughter with mom, friends singing loudly with crackling voices ,throwing jibes at each other for being sometimes stupid and crackhead, enjoying the drive with best fluffy buddy man has always known and loved as its own, sitting beautifully in white ...

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Folks suppose that Spinach is Popeye's favorite food But the Sailor Man told me Olive Oil tastes pretty good...

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View from the Back Seat I watch, entranced this time by the lightest blue eyes, Transfixed by the struggle, the dedication, the pain, the triumph, The sickness, the determination, the ever constant need to create. I forget my own quiet moments absorbed in me. Those moments, inspired, which caused me to create, Now, I watch. Accused by all that I am drifting...

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Tazed in Patrol Car Backseat He was found dead in Patrol car backseat Shot with Taser and did repeat and repeat In total agony he surely must have been After having been tased again and again. All police rules this was completely against And all about this you sort of sensed It was not right and had gone wrong All of their excuses...

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He looks for verification to put the pieces together, He makes an account under all types of weather, He adds up reactions, he studies the heart, He is continuously constructed by using his smarts, Until one day something came along that made no sense, For the life of him he couldn't figure it out in his head, He ripped it apart...

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with got turn on mabe it was wrong we was on the road our boby has a hot load we got in this clover and pullover mabe it complete it was sex beat \you can bet was BACKSEAT SEX...

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His yearning passion filled the backseat. The flame flickered wildly, They both felt the heat When the tender bloom peaked It’s head through the soil at the base of their feet. The tender affection had grown to obsession, Their relationship simply perfection. They cherish the moments they created together And ignore the scorn they felt grow for each other. His inner...

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moon illuminates a two headed conversion backseat excursion arms extended fully entwined a steamy window tonight Copyright © 2011 By Caryl S. Muzzey...

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Summers sweet escape lost within the confines of it's heat. So many stories can be confessed from the backseat. Parked in a place many recall the point. Sweat and passion mix. We all existed once as fools. Telling stories passing a joint. Empty beer bottles near a still warm fire. Vision of a naked body any artist can admire. In a place...

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Providence That’s where we were going Just to get a tattoo At the zenith of daybreak We drove down early to Get there when they opened Easy, right? Ho-No! Your directions made me Dazed and confused I could comprehend nuclear physics Better than your map And when I took a wrong turn You should have just put me on Trial than subject me to the verbal Barrage you spewed You’d think...

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