the most terrific lair, met a pair of blue eyes he abused her body all night...dark shades turned bright square at a distance from the folds of cotton and smell the shining dusky skin, yellow sun. dark hair some parts hidden some bare in-pair...couldnt dare couldnt make-up... couldnt put that face, tell he's a lair.. how ditch spells in semi-hot water he dwells, waxed in her innocent smell...ahh hell went for purchase, amused he fell well put a note with some notes with coffee and french fries.. drown within a feeling, in a hurry realize that last nignt the most terrific lair, met a pair of blue eyes
i saw the replies to last 17 poems and it was like none crossed a double-figure mark... sad day for IGT poetry world
this was a fluke ...sw somthing ...got some thing ...penned it for IGT its good response rate.... i love the dampness of this palce !!
