Long Areola Poems

A Mother's Love

Do you ever wonder at the love Mother's contain in their hearts? What will we not do for our offspring? Allow me to tell you about the mother who gave all for her...

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Sheer poetry in motion with a picnic basket in hand 
Laughing brandishing a bottle as he lopes along the sand
His handsome features completely wreathed in smiles
Lifts and twirls me round - my squeal must be...

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The feelings of your fingers deep inside me.
This is the time when our intimacy you can see.
The penetration given by our connection.
Theres never a time our body shows rejection.

How your lips taste on mine
Its ecstasy...

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1..A rusty door-nail leaks a drying crust.
2..The taint of copper pennies.
3.Salt licking the scars of the unhealed.
4..A sunset burning dry corn.
5.Eyes bruised by anger.
6.Lips cut by stinging words.
7.Money burning holes in red letter days.
8.A fledglings...

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Unblouse  your breast
Where to nuzzle and warm
Areola to moisten and mouth
Urgency need, I scarce was born
Unclothe me in all unrighteousness
Sing for me no lullabye
Fetus reflection in alabaster eyes

Yours will forgive me, so softly they...

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Areola of rose,
           blushing,
              blossoming,
       ...

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Make Love Not War

I want to plant sugar-mines, 
that blow on footfall’s touch,
they slap you on the calfs and
thighs and splash chocolate 
on your crotch

then quickly I’ll plant cleavage
bombs, the things they do with 
cream!...

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Bending the fluid anger, it was coming: from
anthills to natural selection, the sexual drive of a violenne;

invasive, brutal, the testosterone chasing wet thighs,
the night sweats. Kleptomania rising; castration

or helium filled masks for assisting suicides were...

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Languorus strokes
trace the texture and curves, 
the heat gently burns
deep in the pit of my soul 

Wooing areola 
the tip of your tongue
glides to its target 
teasing tips to a frenzy 

All reason flees
as straps...

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anthills to natural selection, the sexual drive of a violenne;

invasive, brutal, the testosterone chasing wet thighs,
the night sweats. Kleptomania rising; castration

or helium filled masks for assisting suicides were 
mutilating genes. Multiasking for eugenics ? Hate...

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