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hobo
hobo
May 06, 2010 ⭐ View statistics (Premium feature)

Transformers

your beauty makes my heart stand still your eyes see through me they touch my soul you whisper in my ear and goose bumps run all over me your lips touch mine and a fire runs through me but you are a goddess and I am a hired hand you walk and talk like a lady but you make love like a tramp you crawl all over me transform me from a man into a beast a whimpering puppy then back into the hired hand then you transform from the tramp to a lady a goddess who looks down on me ashamed to be seen with me until you want me to fill that need again
— hobo, May 06, 2010

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Kailashana

Kailashana

16 years 1 month ago

“Come hither.” said the

"Come hither." said the spider to the fly. Enjoyed this poem, Hobo. I like your take on the takings, (mis)takings? I think all women shed their persona in the bedroom. It is the hunger that asserts itself, not the image. Smile. ~A "The plain man is familiar with blindness and deafness, and knows from his everyday experience that the look of things is influenced by his senses, but it never occurs to him to regard the whole world as a creation of his senses." ~ Ernst Mach
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shirley harrison

16 years 1 month ago

you know what they say?

a tramp in the bedroom, a lady on the street! hey i thought you went A:W:O:L:? I do not know where a man can find this stuff but i do applaud! shirley harrison
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magics02

16 years 1 month ago

wow Hobo

what was ya thinking LoL. This is good and I have to read it again, your too funny and too serious all in one poem. Loved it though Bravo Love Mona TIME well spent is TIME well lived