My LoveYour skin glows like the banana, blossoms brown as the daisy in the purest hope of spring.
My heart follows your violin voice and leaps like a warthog at the whisper of your name.
The evening floats in on a great crane wing.
I am comforted by your knickers that I carry into the twilight of titbeams and hold next to my inner elbow.
I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of slime.
As my outer knee falls from my string vest, it reminds me of your pencil.
In the quiet, I listen for the last bang of the day.My heated pubic hair leaps to my gator.
I wait in the moonlight for your secret stick so that we may insert as one, pubic hair to pubic hair, in search of the magnificient green and mystical mud of love.
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Wednesday, 20 August 2008
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