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Yeah Right
The lyrebird v.s. the African Grey Parrots The shrinking Thymus Centerstage they took time to perform. She had spoke to other before te eveing. She wished to dance, dine and dance.Plie', she aid even though I lack the skills of beautiful artistry. They all laughed. The gentlemen took seats asking for scotch before they were seated in...

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Categories: thigh, america, culture, french, music,
Form: Bio
Ode To Thigh High Boots Upon a Dancer
Thigh high boots, Upon her golden, Dancer legs, How lovely, To, Adorn, Such beauties, To caress, And kiss, The shore, Of, Her heavenly, Thighs, Where nightingale hymns, Drift, To, Sigh, From what vistas, Did she gather, Your leathers, Exotic honey, Thigh high boots, Upon, a, lovely, Dancer, Depths of cabaret nights, Horizons, Of, Sensuous hems, You steady, Her loveliness, Her gallop, And sway, Elegant as candles, Sweet as margarita evenings Reynaldo Casison...

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Categories: thigh, beauty, nature, woman,
Form: Ode



Premium Member Inner Thigh Thoughts
Slippers and cocoa our masquerade is over all fire in our eyes all ire in our lies embraceable us irascible hush our Love ascending our Lust descending with Heaves of trust in never ending realms of true thrust abidings of everlasting lust, so help me you....

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Categories: thigh, appreciation, history, how i
Form: Free verse
Thigh High
The wife called the pest control guy Who arrived with wide-open fly So I had a hunch He would stay for lunch Whilst the wife decides, "rue or try"!...

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Categories: thigh, relationship,
Form: Limerick
Drumstick and Thigh
Young Tim goes to Zaire to write his dissertation in African Studies. While there he meets and marries a beautiful librarian darker than he is, flies her home to meet the family. Tim's father asks his mother if she knew about Margot. Mother says she didn’t but she’s not surprised. On Thanksgiving Day Tim likes the dark...

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Categories: thigh, race,
Form: Blank verse



High On Each Hillary Thigh
High On Each Hillary Thigh Would Hillary Clinton name you appall? How about calling her hoarding cholesterol You would see she has hardening of each vein And sight of her legs did drive you insane. This is why Hillary pants suits does prefer And what other idiot notion should I infer There are those out there who often begs To see if she...

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Categories: thigh, allegory, analogy,
Form: Couplet
Thigh Dreams
I am covering my thighs in baby powder, to ease the sore chapped skin They are now red and raw after exercising, at an aim at being thin my goal is to drop a few pounds, and maybe achieve a thigh gap my thighs rub together with every step that i take, it gets worse with every lap i...

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Categories: thigh, funny,
Form: Rhyme
Premium Member Limerick: Once ***** Duke Insisted On Serf Thigh Rights
Limerick : Once ***** Duke insisted on Serf Thigh rights Once ***** Duke insisted on Serf Thigh rights* So bridegrooms replaced brides on first nights: Droit de cuissage* then free Duchess claimed repartee – Since newly-weds rush to castle in tights! • In European feudal societies during the Middle Ages and thereafter in succeeding centuries, it is thought that the Lord of the...

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Categories: thigh, rights,
Form: Limerick
Thigh Our Shoe
you din't give me could trip fall like a sip spend and dip no lip STRING S OR LOOSE THIGH YOUR SHOES i...

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Categories: thigh, adventure, confusion, education,
Form: Light Verse
Thigh High Adult Nature
Thigh High Is it ok? To wrap myself Around your self To oblige our need Of being Is it's ok? To ride on waves of passionate bliss To wrap my thighs around your masculine hips To share the skin and breaths That we decide are ours to share Is it all good? That our primal beats crash the walled harmony for which we race Pounding as the dead...

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Categories: thigh, passion, peace,
Form: Free verse
Thigh High
Thigh High Is it ok? To wrap myself Around your self To oblige our need Of being Is it's ok? To ride on waves of passionate bliss To wrap my thighs around your masculine hips To share the skin and breaths That we decide are ours to share Is it all good? That our primal beats crash the walled harmony for which we race Pounding as the dead...

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Categories: thigh, fantasy,
Form: I do not know?

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