And then- "I looked at something so unbelievably beautiful, so very attractive in every possible way that I just completely fell into or under some kind of freakish and magical wonderful spell. I was over-taken by her classy style, her sassy sass, and her gorgeous, and her perfectly shaped, fit to a T... Red hot - "Ass"
Thank you, Lord, and thank you Jesus...
you sure know how to surely please us!
Sun and light fit to a T,
They combine to be bright;
A nature's perfect alliance
Is setting the day aright.
Moon and stars fit to a T,
They share the night in silence;
Meditation has begun,
Using the deepest sense.
Clouds and sky fit to a T,
Often they are white and blue;
Sometimes they are gray,
When there's a storm anew.
Morn and dew fit to a T,
Behold the lovely dawn;
Take an early walk,
And see the rise of beacon.
A precise one new man
Is made of head and body;
Likened to husband and wife,
Christ and Church fit to a T.
The itch of you, deeply,
beneath, surface, rises quickly,
to scratch, The anxiety of it all,
trembles my bones, Like an
acid Tripp, gone wild, not Jerry
Springer, It's craziness is much
more, as it breaks ICE, wanting
every inch of your body,{Dark
Chocolate}, like A Mid~Night
snack, going once, Going twice,
I can't resist going in, So eager
to, HOT IT, ATTACK IT, Not
STOPING, Loving My LOVER,
FIT TO A GLOVE, Flying WHITE
DOVES, As it Thickened to
open, 360' Rotationally
Collapsing, Hard as BRICKS,
Where We smoothly, KNOCK,
KNOCK, KNOCK, the
headboard, LOUDLY, waking
the BLOCK, with deeper
MOANS, For this Nuclear
Explosion LOVE FEAST, will
Certanially be CONSUMED,
with Down Pour,
because you are that Sweet,
Sweet-er, and Sweetest
Sensation, I will ever get times
THREE,,,, Sharing The same
OXYGEN, as we Touch noses,
connecting LIPS, Closely
together..... Piercing nipples
tightly against the chest....Breathing
Heavily with exhaustion. For
This is A passion, with no lust, for
it is an ultimate stare down to A true
beginning....
Entered in Good Enough contest,
Sponsored by: Sandy Ivy Davis
Carma Reed
10-23-12
We can go anywhere,
As long as we know what bus to get on.
We can go to the fair,
Or we can go far, riding on and on.
Mommo made dresses for two,
They fit to a tea.
One for Linda Sue,
The other for Me.
We were six, almost seven.
Just the two of us,
At half past eleven,
We boarded the bus.
We dropped in our coins,
Took a seat by the door.
We road around town,
Then, safely returned to our front door.
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