Thighed Poems - Poems about Thighed

...the gray green frogs that often silently squat as still as bricks and blocks around the pear-shaped garden pond are frisky restless they plop in and out of the weedy water boasting bigly as......

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...Neon vodka splashes into plastic cups. Booze-hounds doze over imaginary throbbing bikes, their noses tucked into studded chests. A thick thighed woman whoops and cusses for no apparent reason,......

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...Wulf they called me; they called me long ago, in track and fathered field, muscled and thighed for the dash to kill and share the beating blood, the quarry’s stumbling heart yet I have kin to......

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...and I sipped the coffee and it was good, so good; then, a dancing troupe came by, young ladies from Dubai; and they lined the curb, right there in the street, and blinded me with their mouths......

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