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Post by goldenmyst on Oct 2, 2022 20:31:20 GMT -6
Fireflies in His Collegiate Pocket
Rub al Khali hair dunes Red as coral sand Under a pink sky Librarian gaze at midnight She peeks through glasses at supplicant Green boy unlearned in love Spellbound by the sparks In her bonfire eyes She stares him into her lair Where he bends to her iron will And she summons him to her office Where she is his ancient Greek fate His bottom the oracle of her hand Where the sound of one hand clapping Buffs his Herculean buns Into a sweet bottom rose
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Post by QueenFoxy on Oct 3, 2022 19:35:21 GMT -6
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Post by goldenmyst on Oct 3, 2022 23:03:31 GMT -6
Love your tag an its words! So true my friend. So true.
John
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