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Desire
by Max BouilletWet lips lick the words
from the tip of my tongue
a soft hush and lusty eyes
remind me that
a dictionary is no place to make love.
08/16/2004 Posted on 08/16/2004
Copyright © 2024 Max Bouillet
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Traci Mabats on 08/18/04 at 04:56 PM yes, I prefer a bed to a dictionary. Lol. Cute piece Max. The last line makes you smile. |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 10/17/04 at 11:36 AM and yet I find the lexicon the most satisfying of lovers, and it never gets a headache but lets me turn turn turn. |
| Posted by Michele Schottelkorb on 02/23/05 at 01:23 AM maybe foreplay??? *grin*... i will have to post these pieces on my refrigerator... blessings... |
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