Best Camisole Poems

She and the handsome gentleman finalized the contract, and he gently placed 
the antique pearl necklace into the palm of her tiny hand.  As...

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Football, volleyball, baseball, softball, 
Racquetball, handball, basketball, hardball. . . . 
There're lots of sports in the world you play with a ball, 
And you...

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Drogman*, Translation of Pierre Emmanuel’s Drogman by T. Wignesan

My mother, illustrious in the kingdoms of the Orient
Is seated surrounded by water
The water forms a belt...

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The eighth lioness of  the field arrives
permeating heat, inhaling  exhaling mist
of blistered days perched on strands of
morning glories and floats of shimmering
porous sun.......

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My Fantasy Love 

I remember it like it was yesterday, that time when we first met,
I saw you from across the room, a day I’ll...

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Have you ever seen someone walk into a pole
Happened to me once while out for a stroll
Had a poem in mind
To all else I was...

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We came to start the partyrock. Got some Grey Goose, Gin, Red Berry Ciroc. We're birds of a feather baby, join the flock. Because we're...

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"50 Words for Poe: camera obscura"



The Night Flower 
turns in her bed
in a dark room
stories of wraiths 
like flies buzzing in her head
and blood-sucking bugs...

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A sweet young girlie in bra and panties
Makes my wee friend stand up and get all antsy
I lose total control
Squirming in my camisole
As I longingly...

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Abit delayed in entering but heres my piece.
I am So sorry Silent One for not been on time to enter....



The Coral sun silently rises
And breaks...

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He heard the car and came running,
Jumped and whirled in the air,
Barking his happiness! 
Dad lifted her down in her yellow-flowered 
Camisole  and high...

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From eve's mural, she glints lusciously
waking duskfall  with bolder hues
and toasted flames kindling warm passion… 
that in stylus of breezes which etches
tinted oak, petals,...

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The crinkle in her hair
The bends of her waste
The fullness of her lips
I recognize as she sits under  the shade of that tree

The dip...

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Agnetha's bottom was a joy to behold
Watching her cavort, made me lose control
A bum so firm
Made me squirm
Wish I could've fiddled inside her camisole...

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With music playing from across the room,
the notes of love are drifting through the air,
and in my heart our romance still abloom 
with bodies swaying...

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