Best Tulle Poems

Broth of froth fulfils its duty
Calls me forth for cleansing
Seaside summons with her beauty
Sordid sins, my drama mending

Tickled toes consume her tulle
Shell gems of replenishment 
Roll readily, her threaded spool
Thighs swarmed by her punishment 

Then she tugs me, draws me down
Fuelled with force which drives...

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He taught his bird
A bad word then
Wife heard the word

She had bad sight.
He was quite scarred
Just right for her

He tried to spell
Can’t do well, sighs 
To hell with it

New clothes to wear
A new hair do
Can’t spare more cash

Black eye would mend
A good friend mad
The end...

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