Boyfriend Clothes Poems

Cigarette-stenched couch,
How he lays there with a slouch.
His blue-striped sweater
So warm and comfortable,
Any weather, good or bad....

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Photograph 3: Rain

Dancing in the rain
umbrellas twirl, not a care
Chilly rain dampened hair
Clothes cling suggestively to the skin
Under dark skies, lightning flickers
Flashes, distant rumbling echo

Dancing...

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I'm a button on her blouse
       roundabout chest-high

     Today she cursed because I burst
 ...

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Witch pawa kay sutti saan
Kundi kharki tay uthi saan....

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Tonight I'm wearing a t-shirt made of you
Your poetry written all over me...

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Looking back, one thing comes clean-glass clear
you were always there for me subduing every fear.

I tried to do my duty, be a husband strong and...

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My eager man bought me a wee thong
which I put on to best get along
but rubbing bugging attacks
soon whacked my fore and aft crack.
My pinged...

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The Gold Scarf

It’s colors are red and gold.    
Blending together in a wild design; like a dream.   
 
I hold...

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Being with boys is fun
Their  company is hard to shun
Even when stresses are a tonne
They are so cool as if there are none

Being with...

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Ted had a hot date with Eliza
He thought for a joke he’d surprise her
Wearing a dress and high heels
Eliza sees him and squeals
You look great...

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The Burden of youth

 She was seventeen, and her boyfriend had left her
Life is more intense when you are young she wanted to commit 
Suicide...

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laying in your bed
watching you
get dressed
the permanent ring in the
back pocket
of your blue jeans
i’m missing you already...

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People make me smile the way 
their eyes shine when they talk 
about something they love 
when they feed me food. Or tell 
me how...

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Sometimes I still use a cordless house phone. 
When I call her I imagine her wrapping an invisible cord around her finger 
as if she...

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With her hair in tangles, her body bruised, her clothes torn. . . 
Her virginity is gone.

A single tear is drawn
and slowly it falls. ....

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