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Flight of the Samurai (Act II) (Free verse) by Shin-Bojangles

Dum dum... Muscled legs stand resolutely on the earth. VERY firm thighs, toned by honor. Ensconced in the sweetest silk of foreign seas, His are the most awesome of pants, He is a Samurai. Gentle winds of dead ninja and satisfied women toss the ebon soldiers of his scalp. And he dosn't even WASH it that much. His hair makes you want to cream, He is a Samurai. ... He fles back to the club; dances. This chick there SAYS the boy is His, But He knows it is not sweet enough. He uses protection, unfalteringly, He is a Samurai.

Shin-Bojangles 27-Aug-02/1:24 AM
I'm NOT a samurai?

Damn! And here I thought this was autobiographical...




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