Boudoir Poems - Poems about Boudoir

Bedlam and mayhem in the mistress's boudoir Nsync with variations on a theme: of drool worthy Reuben Sandwich (consisting of corned beef, Swiss cheese, sauerkraut, Russian dressing between slices of rye bread that is grilled until the bread is crispy and the cheese melts) various and sundry pseudo lurid fictitious escapades mostly I did merrily wet an appetite for consummation whet madness aye...

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Each year she went through a ritual preparing for his big night she had been given strict orders as to how to ignite his passions just right the perfume was spritzed soft and light the negligee warn low and tight but this year when the knock arrived at the door indicating his arrival , she...

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    The cat licks her paws.     Silver-haired woman brushes hair.     Moon kisses the room.           12-25-2029 ...

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fuelled elaborate lie with friends of ventures with boy I barely knew All girls' school... Poor deprived fourteen year olds we were! Group of girls hung vicariously on my riveting ridiculous stories. ...

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Bedlam and mayhem in the mistress's boudoir (Nsync with variations on a theme: various and sundry pseudo lurid fictitious escapades) mostly I did merrily wet whet madness aye ever did dream.) The missus personal trappings strewn helter skelter every perilous step fraught with danger analogous riding as passenger with death cab for cutie 'course thy quasi bohemian rhapsodic Queen of denial feigns ignorance attributes hazardous condition linkedin with accident prone little...

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who left trail of heartbroken sage woman commander in chief deliberately stoked, née sparked long simmering smoldering, and stewing long festering white supremacist altercation fiendishly igniting racial conflagration exploding during late spring 2020. No matter no child left behind kibitzing (yours truly as boy plucked petals off daisy reciting "she loves me," "she loves me not"... cupid loosed an arrow into boyhood neighborhood sweetheart she innocently bespoke "I wanna...

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He was poetically intolerant, she thought herself an Emily writing sonnets 'how do I love...' he indulged her feeble whimsies in light of other finessed talents, essentially, larks amidst boudoir's uncommonly emboldened expertise...

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My Refurbished Boudoir- Etheree Morning Sun-beams stormed My refurbished boudoir Setting aflame autumn hues Curtains orange and ochery bedspread Cushioned upholstery of yellow and green Nostalgic reminders of my voyage to Columbus' Anchored Land last October, walking through Cheek Wood's Crackling rusty leaves as eyes painted multifarious colours in My heart, marvelling at painters dabbling the harvest with vivacity September 20, 2015 Contest : For Love...

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In her sweet boudoir Tom, Trevor, Tim and Rufus Her adept kinky lovers...

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She was a pallor woman, says the mirror on the Wall above her bureau: A tranquil woman too, Says her diary which lay near her bed on the Floor; and a deathless woman, says the crimson Stain upon her blouse that lay draped over a Chair in the corner of the room; but not one For...

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