Belinda Poems - Poems about Belinda

Belinda has called my phone three times today I have not responded, even texting her back because she is always miserable and woeful conversations are one-sided, and depressing I had forgotten this when I reestablished contact it did not take me long to remember now I am stuck if I answer the phone I do sometimes, when I am cleaning so she feels...

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Well, Howdy, Miss Belinda. I am Rob, Pangie’s hearthrob. Her TV is tuned to Waco,Texas! To watch Trump in satisfaction. That mensch, is who he is! That’s her next POTUS in action. Though the Left wants him in traction. She admires his integrity. Won’t bend to Woke Satisfaction! 15,000 of all colors in attendance! We all raise our glasses high. To America, to have a...

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Belinda is so happy she has found her wings Now she can flitter and flutter and do other things That young, pretty fairy nymphs are prone to do, She can cover and hover over sweet flower cups Like lilies of the valley and lonely johnny-jump-ups. She can dive and drift with the hint of a breeze, And hide from the birds...

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Belinda the dancer, beloved of crowds. Elegant hips, sensuously proud. Lovely thick hair, swaying she goes. Lively wide smile lusciously shows! Yearning her touch, such bounteous female. Dancing all night when all others fail. Answers our call, with pendulumed breasts. Nearer she comes, to prove she’s the best. Certainly she, remains undefiled. Every male guest, wants her carry his child. Raucus Belinda! Belinda beguiles!...

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Bobby Brown threatened to knock me down but Billy Blues took off his shoes and with a barefoot blocked his fist just as it brandished my wrist, and even though they fought desperately in the rain, neither bothered to complain. They boxed and kicked and blew smoke but neither even...

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Sorry..Removed.... Go to Amazon or Kindle bookstore and purchase "Beyond My Imagination" By Mulaudzi Ndifelani Eric The above poem featured there. Sorry for inconvenience. Thanks....

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Belinda was a real knock-out, the finest lady a lucky guy could find, she let her desires explode in semi-darkness as the ascending moon refrained from shining brightly. Our fervent passion took us to the extremes, kisses sweeter than chocolate drove us wild, hugs warmer than the evening sun lit our internal fire, nights never ended their eternal bliss as sunrise...

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Raw colour aftr the sunrise I ache to be gone Driven mad by my words of insanity; That taste of sweet nothings. My peach scented breath in the crisp morning air, Oh, who was there to see my entire world consuming me?...

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