Passion French Poems

You must not move, unless ready for adventure,

One person may leave their homes in resilience and fixture-

only to sew forever,

concentrate greater,

engage in fate to wear...

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They packed their picnic basket s and journeyed towards the sun, with boxes of liquor, creates of beers and a drum fill with carbonated soda;...

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I still love you with a love that goes beyond description 
A love so full of passion that on my arm there's now inscription
It started...

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In days long past, my school did a pilgrimage to a small land of peace and reconciliation, that lay in the nation of passion and...

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ANNA AND THE FRENCH KISS

 A nna tasted French kiss of her sweetheart
 Boiling emotions, the guy to eXert.
 Bubbling blood in flood flow surging...

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Anna had been sent to school in Paris France,
     she was not feeling great about leaving her friends;
but Paris was such...

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Ana's lips were cunning

as a linguist she knew

how to twist them

and elocution lessons

had done her tongue 

a lot of flexible good


smooth and passionate

she explored his...

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As I wandered about the lush lawn
In the gazing ball I glimpsed
A breath-taking young woman with a touch of innocence
In her soulful, violet eyes.

I was...

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Anna and the French kiss urges me to write
around the special love act enchanting warm delight.
For there’s many ways to kiss, plenteous in fashion 
still...

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Anna et le BAISER FRANÇAIS
 French Verse  Anna and the FRENCH KISS

Ahhh !! Ooh la-la-moi dame,
Pipi ah, madame.
 Fille, dis-tu nous.
 Poisson-langue.
 Un vœu...

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Ahh!! Ooh la-la me lady, Wee-wee ah, girl shall U say we
Tongue fish
A deep wish 
a favored Bliss clingy concisive 
Combining this tongue wrestle tongues...

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Subtle feelings burst
Inside her supple breast
Creating overpowering longing
A thirst that had her wanting
Something only he could give her

Silence fell between them
When they found themselves alone
As...

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It was 50 years ago; yet the memory is so very vivid.             ...

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Life is short,
life is spry
like a crisp, little french fry
that gets stolen 
if you fail to watch over it.

It's written in the name 
of two...

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Les Bijoux (The Jewels)
by Charles Baudelaire
loose translation by Michael R. Burch

My lover nude and knowing my heart's whims
Wore nothing more than a few bright-flashing gems;
Her...

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