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colors go around
pretty falling leaves come down
my flowers will bloom
"Morning arrives when the brilliant sun first kisses the Atlantic Ocean." By Poet
Once again the brilliant sun arose with a smile,
peeking over pretty water of blue.
For now the waves remain so calm,
a very quite and peaceful beach.
Walking in sand leaving footprints,
as the cool water licks my feet.
Overnight the Atlantic Ocean brings a gift,
scatters the sand with pretty shells.
Colors like a rainbow yet from the sea,
so many sizes to choose from.
As I walk picking up pretty shells,
people are starting to arrive.
Peaceful day is now filling up,
filling up with laughs~crying kids
Summer months where you can get burned,
being filled with very hot days.
I love the many winter months,
with the perfect daily weather.
Cool nights with warm days to enjoy,
the perfect Atlantic Ocean and perfect beach
After a long hot and dry Summer,
I welcome the cool crisp autumn days.
The trees explode with color,
pretty red, orange and yellow are everywhere.
Then December awakens with all her beauty,
days start off cold then warm up with the sun.
Nights by the fireplace with the flames flickering brightly,
as the wood crackles to a favorite song.
December is known for Christmas,
pretty lights with the smell of pine in the air.
Snow softly coming down,
as if in a huge snow globe.
Oh December the last month of this old year,
waiting to be replaced with January.
A pretty woman with a yellow flower bouquet in hand,
Walks down the street in light drizzle,
Her pretty hat covers her flowing blond hair lightly,
The flowing white skirt over dancing legs creates beauty.
A handsome man walks by her,
Immersed in the beauty of streetlights and drizzle,
He hardly notices the pretty woman go past him,
May be the lady’s bouquet was not meant for him.
The street is enchanted with yellow moon and flying birds,
May be this magic will find the man of lady’s dream.
Eye's as pretty as Arabian Pearl's.
Eye's as shiny as Ghana's gold.
Skin as delicate as rose petals.
Skin smoother than Russia's steel.
Hair lengthier than China's thread.
Hair as soft as Indian silk.
Voice so glorious as angels rising.
Voice sweeter than Ethiopian honey.
Hand's mightier than Rome.
Hand's sharper than Zeus's spear.
Legs temping as Billion Dollar's mine.
Leg's as gracious as Neptune's Chariots.
Mind as cunning as a Fox.
Mind as wicked as a phyton.
Heart whiter than snow.
Heart purer than a Dove's.
I smell love in sea's.
I smell love in the mountains.
My heart races like a cheetah.
My mind craves it like a hunter.
So I await your entry into my heart.
So I await your entry into my house.
Thus, She truly is as "The Queen Bee".
on that fence are the three cutest pigs you ever hope to see
I ran over to look, he was nuts, this city-slicker, Tommy Lee
These are piglets, not pigs, I yelled to him rather snottily.
The piglets began to snort and whistled with glee
We are Patty’s pretty pink piglets, polished and persnickety.
Puffed up and prideful, perhaps you know our uncle Paulie Lee?
They began dancing around on ham hocks, showing off their glee.
I now wanted to meet their amazing mother, the glorious Patty.
Written By: D. Collins 10/1/25
Straight outta the shower, fresh and so clean.
Making me want it so bad, I feel like a fiend.
There's nothing I'd like better or rather get.
Than a pretty, sexy body all soaking wet.
No trace of salt when slowly licking those titties.
Putting them in my mouth showing no mercy or pity.
Spank that pretty ass and watch it wiggle and wabble.
Make it tighten so hard it think its in a squabble.
That stream of water seeping off your breast.
Will be emcompassed with all the things I caress.
I prefer it pretty, sexy, juicy and wet.
Give you the monster you're trying to get.
fall coming
now see it ~ feel it
colorful
her purr soothes
as I stroke white fur
so silky
pretty butterfly
she went high
into the blue sky
with a dragonfly
making me sigh
saying bye-bye
I love seeing the pretty white flying dove.
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and i'm'z all 'bout
help'n ya girlie
we'll start with
your
lips
nips
hips
skips thuh rhymez
and
repeat
az lyrics
yourn chin'z inch
unto
yourn enter
at
mine
own
tap (i were think'n "risk")
When “pretty” really is never pretty enough
The pressure to look like everyone else is such a hassle. The pressure to have prettier eyes, skin, hair, body shape, and everything else. So why is everyone always so pressured to look different than they are. “The pretty girls have is better.” “The handsome boys have it better.” Why do we think like that. Well honestly, I don’t know because I do the same. “I wish I was prettier.” “I wish I had pretty blue eyes.” “I wish I had bigger hips.” Why can’t we be happy with what we have? “Butterflies can’t see their wings. They can’t see how truly beautiful they are, but everyone else can. People are like that as well.” -Naya Riveria. Where like butterflies. We can’t see our own wings but other can. Other people can see that your pretty or handsome but you can’t. Im sitting here writing this while im not even taking advice. I do wish i was prettier, i do wish i looked different. So why is pretty never pretty enough for anyone.
It is never too late,
My birthday gift,
Is the most beautiful that I received,
My sister, my brother-in-law and I,
Let’s cross France, on Monday
Went to Giverny on Tuesday
We visited the garden and the house
By Claude Monet, the painter,
Somme went to Paris on Wednesday
We visited the Musée de l'Orangerie,
To see Monet’s water lilies,
In two immense and oval rooms,
It was pretty amazing!
We tasted the Tuileries garden
among some Chinese tourists,
Then we left Paris in the afternoon,
The next day in the Mayenne
We visited the Robert Tatin museum,
Then we left for Brest
Here is a birthday gift
That I will never forget,
It was pretty amazing!
Heart shaped glasses
Bottled sadness
The perfume of melancholia
Sold as aphrodisiac
Somewhere between
Smoke and rum
Between the sheets
All is fair
In love and
Other indoor sports
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