Gigolos Poems - Poems about Gigolos

...Central Park's cool event in May Brings the gigolos out to play Ilene says, "Its true! They're all over you!" Its Banana Split & Run Day......

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...This is sage advice, At gigolos don't look twice, It's a pandemic world, Solo orgasms, guys and girls, All around the world, Blip yourselves, dudes and girls, Then on with the happy pants, B......

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...She misted into the bar and stood blinking in the neon wash Her gaze meandering over tribal councils of youthful conquest and conflicts. Curled trestles of burnt blonde hair framed her naivety.......

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...Acapulco I’d love to go down to the sea again, The sea and the Holiday Inn, Where some of the guests are awfully fat, And others are awfully thin, Where the average age is a hundred and four, ......

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...An Uplifting Poem Tornadoes lift houses Gigolos lift blouses Breakfast Tongue Twister Popstar tops charts popping "Pop Tarts" Poetry for Goats Poets form words Goats......

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...A FADING QUEEN by JOHN M. ARRIBAS She had all the feminine gifts those many years ago Drawing stares from everyone where ever she’d go Back in high school, she was the center of attraction ......

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...Then I remember it's not home; that place with white dresses, hats and pretty lace parasols, and studied looks from crooks and salesmen; no, no; it's none of these, it's me, my old life, and......

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...~the Fear of Never~ A DRINK TO REMEMBER! And the fire catches every time, my heart needs a sip I bear no shame pouring, poisoned pabulum whisky down Lost in a place with hungry whores, ink......

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...Night owls scavenge breakfast. Or is it lunch? Lost track 4,015 wrappers ago. Estranged, studded youth shuffle the CD bargain bin like Sunday afternoon gin. No incentive to ......

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...Scorned coquette perched so solemnly upon your death stool, claw deep the fresh flesh of victors bearing armfuls of decaying flowers stolen from your mother’s grave. A diverse parade - clairvoyants ......

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...When I don't think about love, silent as lambs, women come flocking to me; many times they gather to chat in a corner and whisper with fingers pointing, " What a charmer! What a lover! " I am......

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