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The Rhubarb Queen
She had the biggest stalks in the hood,
we'd go over anytime we could.
Jumping her fence for a taste,
she'd be on her porch in her lace.
Her rhubarb were big and full of juice,
her blouse always a bit loose.
Rubbing an ice cube across her lips
and a little twist of her hips.
"Take all you want boys" she'd say,
"Sure is hot today".
we'd go over anytime we could.
Jumping her fence for a taste,
she'd be on her porch in her lace.
Her rhubarb were big and full of juice,
her blouse always a bit loose.
Rubbing an ice cube across her lips
and a little twist of her hips.
"Take all you want boys" she'd say,
"Sure is hot today".
Published 6th Nov 2013
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6th Nov 2013 3:34am
(Such subtle), metaphoric sensuality!
Written with the 'heat' of the moment, my Friend.
Written with the 'heat' of the moment, my Friend.
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8th Nov 2013 6:29am
Rhubarb queen was one hot queen, nice memories of her :)
8th Nov 2013 9:13am
17th Nov 2013 1:23pm
This made me smile. A great retrospective piece of salivation. Clever piece indeedy Syn
17th Nov 2013 1:39pm
26th Dec 2013 4:22pm
This is a great short piece, a whole view from the past packed into a few lines, and a bit of sultriness thrown in, too.
