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love song (Concrete) by <~>

. How she shrieked when I first laid my eager hands on her Would I ever please her as she now thrilled me? When I first caught sight of her, I wanted her for my own. Enchanted by her golden complexion, her slender neck that angled back just so... her seductive curves and the way she pouted just a little in the middle: gentle swell of belly and a perfect curve behind, set afire: undulating, seducing me. I longed to hold her, to feel her weight on me, to turn her this way and that: to handle her gently. I'd stroke her so she'd sing only for me, in her own sweetly timbered tones. I ran my hands over her frame, traced her f-hole with the tip of my finger, and cradled her in my arms. I pressed her to my chest, and stroked and plucked and drew her out. Though she seemed too tightly strung, I eased into her, softly. I tempered my desire for speed, and patiently sought to learn what she might need so that she would, in time. give me all that I wanted, all I dreamed.

<~> 6-Oct-02/12:06 PM
like it or no, Nicholas, that is it's technical name. it looks like an 'f' in cursive, and it certainly suited my needs for meaning and innuendo this poem. thanks for looking, z.




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