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Jul 18, 2010
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SINS of the FLESH
I so love your skin's feel
beneath my old rough fingers
e'en after a caress I steal
the memory still lingers
As touch moves on to gentle cleft
I'm filled with anticipation
of patience I am now bereft
please fill my expectation
And each little roundish nub
also begs attention
calling out for a light rub
and a poem's mention
Just the sight of your soft curves
fills me with such delight
and never, ever fails to serve
to enrich my appetite
The taste of you upon my lips
is beyond most others' reaches
and now my secret finally slips
I sure love eating peaches
beneath my old rough fingers
e'en after a caress I steal
the memory still lingers
As touch moves on to gentle cleft
I'm filled with anticipation
of patience I am now bereft
please fill my expectation
And each little roundish nub
also begs attention
calling out for a light rub
and a poem's mention
Just the sight of your soft curves
fills me with such delight
and never, ever fails to serve
to enrich my appetite
The taste of you upon my lips
is beyond most others' reaches
and now my secret finally slips
I sure love eating peaches
— scribbler, Jul 18, 2010
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Critiques
Marie-I-Be
16 years ago
Juicy!
scribbler
16 years ago
sins
faithmairee
16 years ago
Priceless
scribbler
16 years ago
sins
Lil Z
16 years ago
Wow!
scribbler
16 years ago
LOL
magics02
16 years ago
You threw me for a loop again here
scribbler
16 years ago
sins
Loreli
16 years ago
Love it!
poewriter58
16 years ago
Stan
Lonnie
16 years ago
What a sly rascal you are!
shirley harrison
16 years ago
"Peaches"
xena465
16 years ago
Very witty I love it
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