Best Girl Next Door Poems

She is, exactly what he wanted to see
His erotic fantasy
Every teenage boys playboy bunny dream

Look at how you come onto me
Lost, destroyed soul is all...

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Love In A Digital World

Where is a lonely man’s true love?
Is she in a bar sitting alone in the corner?
Drinking a jack and Coke
Smiling at...

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Marybeth, my little sister, the baby of the family.
A wild blonde, just like her mom, 
She had to have her candy!
From weed to perks, triple...

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I am my mom's miracle child
The girl you didn't expect to live
The girl next-door that wasn't going to be successful
yes
I am that girl 
I am...

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Sometimes when sleep is beyond your reach it feels like time it's self has slipped a gear        ...

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I was Daddy’s little Kitten… 
That was his pet name for me. 
I was only four at the time, 
I was happy and carefree. 

Daddy...

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I was the girl next door
five five, nice shape
and the perfect hips
that got you licking your lips
you know hot to control yourself
and approach me like...

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Rooty Toot Toot, two men in a boot
Bobbing along on the waves
One was old with long silvery hair
Renowned for being quite brave

The other had pimple...

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WHAT OF ME?

Just between you and me ~
Where did she go?  ~  The girl next door. ~
Temptation? ~  Greener grass?  ~...

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I have a grey shirt, grey short pants and grey socks.
The grey school with its grey toilet blocks and grey nuns
made my mother buy them,
which...

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Ripped by a rose


She has a smile worth a thousand sunshines, even in the dark she glows...
She is the girl next door, Mary Jane.

I cannot...

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I have a weakness for golden blond hair,
and light shade of blue in mascara eyes,
that new recruit in office next door,
I brushed past her as...

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Dreams are so much a part of us
and yet not a part of us. 
I've often wondered about dreams.
What do they mean,
all those dreams
that flash...

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Summer nights in Centerville, sleeping on the top bunk bed;
A transistor radio playing low, lying right there near my head.
The Big Red Machine was in...

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I’ve made love in the morning;
I’ve made love in my car;
I’ve made love to the girl next door
and to a movie star.
I’ve made love on...

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