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Foreplay (Free verse) by INTRANSIT
Oh how I love to
run my fingers through
your angelic hair
and absorb the sweet
lemon scent of those tresses.
Then, to put you to my lips
and taste your Chardonnay
breath.
And nibble at your
buttery tender young
flesh.
Oh how I wish our
capers could last forever.
You are truly my favorite
Italian dish.
To consume you endlessly
would be sheer gluttony.
Alas,I must say goodbye,
for absence makes the heart
grow fonder.
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Arithmetic Mean: 6.4
Weighted score: 5.166884
Overall Rank: 4988
Posted: December 22, 2002 3:22 PM PST; Last modified: December 23, 2002 2:35 PM PST
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