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The Virgin (Free verse) by cleverdevice A silver toed virgin
Was washing,
Her body drenching,
The golden apples
Of her breasts,
Their flesh like
Yogurt.
The plump cheeks of her buttocks
Tossed against one another
As she swung about,
Flesh as lithe as water.
A hand spread down
To cover much swollen
The fair flowing conduit,
Not the whole thing
But as much as she could.
Up the ladder:
Eleven Reasons For Love
Down the ladder:
Yield
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Posted: May 24, 2004 12:35 AM PDT; Last modified: May 24, 2004 12:35 AM PDTWeighted score: 5.7620006 Overall Rank: 1793 Comments:
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thepinkbunnyofdoom @ 216.196.144.175
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24-May-04/1:12 AM
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A master piece to be hung with next to a cheap reprint altered in photo shop of that one painting... by that guy... but anyway, genius. I love it. It gave me the shniggles.
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cleverdevice @ 212.219.142.161
> thepinkbunnyofdoom
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24-May-04/8:01 AM
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Its inspired by a friends painting he did for for his art exam, but I know what you mean.
Yea I had a ladyfriend once whos flesh was like yogurt, twas an Eskimo from canada, needless to say she came down to Florida to stay awhile and her yogurt skin curdled turning out to be a 400 lb. behimoth. God bless e-haromy.com and their misrepresented clientel. Yet to have a refund Anyhow love the poem I give it a ten because of the fond memories it brings of my made up life in Tallahassee
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