Camisole Poems - Poems about Camisole

.... i kept mine duke's digits unto mineself mine eyne i had no control mine poetic think'd ......

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.... the flannelz come out cashmere camisole out boot cut jeanz boardwalk sneaks ......

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...Love bites took me to a new place tiny teeth marks I can't erase; Laid back you looked for my entrance, passing third base, passing third base; Hungrily you nipped at my soul, ripped the la......

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.... Locked mine duke theirn digits your camisole Snatched up mine might lifted ......

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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 heeled shoes. The dog dropped, His hind ......

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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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...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 blind Should've paid attention, dirtied my camisole......

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...Simone I’ve yet to see her cry Or wipe a tear from her eye Though I’ve seen her dry sweat off her brows And that fan ain’t nothing She’s going on sixty-five Burgundy lipstick staine......

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...To make someone giggle is my life's goal What better way than to cajole someone's thoal What in hell is a thoal It's under a ladies camisole Us guys drool at the thought of losing control......

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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 ......

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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, and grass ......

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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 to our song so fair. I hear your whispers ......

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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 in his step Wave breaks of his hair And the dialect spok......

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...Detritus Sitting there, honey, Cleansed and bathed, Scented with lilac and rose, Glistening at your dressing table, and Eyeing yourself in the chrome mirror; I, as your guest, sit by and wat......

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...Okay, I'm at it again, hope you're ready my friends A mushy love poem from this old dude He ain't dead yet, still got some oats to still spread Block your eyes if you don't like rude......

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