manuscriptx
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Ever since grade school, I can hear and see the green drops falling and chirping as the lawnmower cut grass patch. I can see the clear morning air as it disturbs my distorted thoughts of sex and violence, love and snow drifts, alternative awakenings, emotional dreams and piles of evidence held over for trial. They were gems pennies from heaven. A smile does it once or twice. Fear is a misnomer anyone can tell real or imagined, fake and dissimilar, or more over a twist of pine tree lime. Chew until it hurts your inner sanctum, the scrotum in earnest touches improperly, molesting my name and dribble glasses hold no water. Sounds tremble, skills resemble and a woman clenches her teeth, grips her hips and lets out a release similar to the hype I receive when a pocket full of money runs dry. Dry as a desert, red lips licked.
Poems naughty and they tell a twisting tale such as this. Tickle in the know, and come back again for some more. Wander through the forest, inspect and examine each leaf for slightly discolorations. We know their neither perfect, nor can I be. Put your hips next to mine; create as many babies as you wish, but just don't ask me to raise any. I like those eyes. I like the scent and it’s almost as if someone said. Beautiful women are as defined by their actions but by the offspring anyone can see. The angel spirits all around her, like dancing on the head of a pin. Angels as she cries, whimpering and it aches to hear.
The deal is off.
Poems naughty and they tell a twisting tale such as this. Tickle in the know, and come back again for some more. Wander through the forest, inspect and examine each leaf for slightly discolorations. We know their neither perfect, nor can I be. Put your hips next to mine; create as many babies as you wish, but just don't ask me to raise any. I like those eyes. I like the scent and it’s almost as if someone said. Beautiful women are as defined by their actions but by the offspring anyone can see. The angel spirits all around her, like dancing on the head of a pin. Angels as she cries, whimpering and it aches to hear.
The deal is off.
