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october 7, 2011
by Ava Blu
after a few months, it feels as though
i've loved you for years;
the way your hands are delicate as
they pull my skirt up
and dig into the flesh that only belongs
to you,
i know eighty-five years
is doable.
10/07/2011 Posted on 10/07/2011
Copyright © 2024 Ava Blu
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Mo Couts on 10/07/11 at 11:31 PM This is very, very sweet. I hope that 85 years come so quickly they feel as if it's only been a week! |
| Posted by Shannon McEwen on 10/09/11 at 04:50 AM I love this, reminds me of my husband and how I think 85 years is definately doable! |
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