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Celui

Member since 2006 · Posted 11 Feb 2007 · Edited 16 Aug 2016 · 7 comments

She was a gorgeous blonde head to toe; stacked. On our second date, we fucked. I feather the inside of your hips coaxing, teasing. Like a schoolgirl you squirm and giggle; obliged to be under my hand. Your hair tickles my skin with delightful intent. The feel of your silicon nipples sends shivers from my palms. My hands on you hold firm. Our purpose is to be one; together. We will stay like this forever in my mind.

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[n/a] half.italian 11-Feb-07/10:27 AM Reply

Have at it.

[8] Bethy 12-Feb-07/6:39 AM Reply

sexy...good memory... :) Bethy

[9] Ranger 12-Feb-07/11:46 AM Reply

I don't think you need anything beyond the third line.

[7] nentwined 15-Feb-07/6:48 PM Reply

the last two lines are the redeeming glory, and the rest does well for being put so plainly, but... the thought's only so much.

[n/a] half.italian 15-Feb-07/9:08 PM Reply

Thanks. I wish I had her back.

[n/a] Quarton › half.italian 26-Feb-07/4:37 PM Reply

Good poem. One thing concerning the word "intent." You use it twice in the last two stanzas and perhaps "Our purpose is to be one" might work better. Or any word with like meaning.

[n/a] impert&ent 26-Aug-16/8:09 AM Reply

Celui? Ce lui? Anyhow, nice evocation of a once in a lifetime fuck.