Groins Poems - Poems about Groins

...Smell of scent, tiger rage inside Touch of heart, loving depths of soul The feel of your skin bare in the mist Slick as the moisture runs, gleaming shine I feel you in darkness, shiver of lov......

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...Dear Seven Emotions Help me to speak your truth to bring the good news glad tiding just what a Master of all masters said to do speak to the flesh in understanding my desires my spirit soul protect......

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...Upon My Bed! A message and A dream are heard around the heavenly and earthly worlds. So I wrote it in my heart it is written in my sleep to the real world the bed to lay the clay the body reflect t......

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...You remind me of some man Tall, dark and ... Ah! May. His wallet was a handful dripping His masculine hands were short with a bright, cheerful face His speech was deep, Brain full yet racing ......

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...A big blast in baggy boisterous hearts As a charismatic charming chap I chant choruses Seeing sisal spinning splendid systematic samples Taken, I mask mistakes making massive moves I divert, ditc......

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...Running on cliff edges cranked her adrenalin Stagger of gravels' release, tipped in avalanche Scared her terrifically, able to surrendour then Driven to dare's taunt irresistible, emancipated ......

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...Part I: Sin Mariah of Magdala The cursed one among women Better that you were not born The one full of black evil Queen of prostitutes None of modest can be traced in you Yet men......

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...Evil is incremental One bullet after another And after another And after another Until there’s a blister On my trigger finger Where there used to be a wet print Of a little kiss Transplanted ......

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...With these winds of July ever sweeping the earth, How should I follow the footprints of men that believed that no man shall auction another? ... Here, dawns are graceless, birds are no longer early......

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...Losing hair is a sign of ageing, Except for other eventual reasons, of course. Thank God, I'm just getting older, not ill. My sight is not the same anymore. Even when wearing glasses, focus is so......

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...Our legs intertwined between thick blankets. Early sunlight kisses our eyes lightly, pleading for our awaking. Your eyelashes gingerly flutter as the impurity of my hands travel down your thighs. ......

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..."Catch that cloud with an upturned eye," Said the spy with the sourpuss, sober cry, When or whether, the weather of feathers fly high, What are we but watchers of the sighing fly? Whose wings cho......

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...They are all over me! See my ankles, my loins and my groins.... This one along my chest, most ugly, uh? And the one across my tummy? How can you call me beautiful? May be if this mirror is a damn......

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...Watching Homer struggle to explain how a god wounded by a mortal cannot die but may thereafter live with minor pain and the humor when that god complains to Jove that His supervision of His dau......

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...They enter the strip joint like the last  flurrie of flakes. She hears the music, hears the voice of the  D.J. Wind, enters on cue. Her cold poles await her  as she moves to the beat. One......

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