Mons Poems - Poems about Mons

...PAINTBRUSH Fingertips the bristles of a pagan paintbrush painting a Tree of Life on pacified cheekbones instead of in liver from whence it sprung now it burns to feed HeartSpace with wi......

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.... i saw hern look she used her eyne i felt hern look she used her mons ......

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.... her haunch in concert dangling from her belly's taut hern hips lifting mons her moves ......

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.... it's thuh friday eve and mine he reeks one foot tramps whilst it's companion ......

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.... me mine my marauding mons mostly morningz maybe midnights mm......

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...Abandoned Yellow Star, Existential apostle. Solar flares haunt outworlds, "I'm It, you're not." Mercury, Mary's star loved from afar. Hot but not the hottest star. A tiny lifeless ......

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...A girl on the tip of my tongue Wants to swing while she is still young She went on Facebook The lads had a look And now its her phone that's well hung......

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...If I was The Mons Lisa Having every day to awaken Unto a seemingly endless chorus line of critic's Displayed as a center piece of art adorned on a museum wall Listening to each and......

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...In Florida, where old people go to die With a population of less than one and counting Where glaciers crawl along the seashore down Growing cold and counting down the hours Melting down i......

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...Why I Will Always Be Alone emptiness craving amorosity loathing darkness vintage dreams ravenous/heart gong a silent beat, shivering the desire bed empty since you left. Sex boiling with poten......

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...It was a unique environment. They were unique people in a unique place. A mountain fifteen thousand metres high with a vertical south face. Two pretty Goth girls stood on the edge. One footstep f......

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...Martian Gothic (short) Unique environment unique people. Fifteen thousand metre mountain vertical south face. Two pretty Goth girls stood on the edge. One footstep fall to Martian plateau. Three......

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...There once was a man from Le Mons Who thought he had life in his palms But his wife disagreed And challenged his creed So now he knows that he was wrong......

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...Through the cobblestone roads they walk with feet so light and hearts so bright along the path where passion sizzles love it is a prelude to dismember by the hour ; Fine china dishes and silent......

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...I am ... I am the black shine of a dead stare I am the reticent pallor of the moon's caste and the bruise of gleaming porcelain I am the shattered mirror of truth I am th......

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