Tree Sexy Poems

                      Wood Nymph, wraps...

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i

when the sun is erotic
and the moon lyric
the winds turn tempestuous
in the orbit of love
legs slide by calls of nature

ii

you and I alive
in cold winter...

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Door slightly ajar
Pushed far
It's the second storey
Hosting a romantic story
Furniture spartan and simple,
Not stately like her, but dull
The whirring fan, overweening 
Haughtily saying, 'I can'
The...

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Christmas Sex is on tv
It's every show the lord would see
It's lovers round the Christmas tree
It's men who'll find their women free

It's all the stories...

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Limericks leap from his lively pen.
Escapades involving steamy sin
Freely flow. Those funny, raunchy rhymes
From Hawaii make me blush sometimes.
Another topic, he often writes about,
Not kindly,...

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**Christmas Ambrosia**

           


           Christmas tree lights
           of velvety hues and blends
     ...

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On a Michigan farmer Saturday
in August,
anticipating tomorrow's evangelical Sabbath,

When late summer vacations
invoked pre-sacred house cleanings
more unusually light,

Heading outside after lunch
into this spectacularly breezy
blue billowing
discontinuously cumulus...

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The yuletide is here, with all its trappings,
          And I'll count my blessings to finally see
...

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The wren is singing, high up in the tree
Come, lay your crown beside me on the ground
Come lie with me, my love, come lie with...

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A mischievous season called Spring
Liked to tickle the tree tops an’ ting
And teach songs to the birds
Full of old fashioned words
Oh the rude songs Spring...

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POTD 7th Mar 2018

I trust you like the music video clip which enhances the poem

Like dark molten honey caressing her tongue
and soul food for taste...

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The world’s problem can be solved in a day
If everybody would just kneel down and pray
The world’s problem can be solved in a day
If you...

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with noticeable burgeoning bosom in the offing, ahoy
this baby faced blubbery bosom beastie boy
fast becoming a bra man,
and might hire himself out
as a male wet...

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dead ends and crop circles
split ends and dark circles
everyone thinks i'm a mirror
i'm not the mirror, you are

lock me in your basement
i've got a strange,...

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Oh, those bows - luscious, red and succulent, plucked from your visage

Like an apple from The Tree ... tempting and yet devilish!

Fruits, sugary and glistening,...

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