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Layers
Winter morning, early still, sun brightly shining,
cold toes hidden in wool, soft creamy shoulders
tucked away in a cotton sweat shirt, he looks at
her with glimmering eyes, remembering her
nakedness, and she looks just as beautiful and
sexy with all those layers on as she does when
she's dripping in flesh.
cold toes hidden in wool, soft creamy shoulders
tucked away in a cotton sweat shirt, he looks at
her with glimmering eyes, remembering her
nakedness, and she looks just as beautiful and
sexy with all those layers on as she does when
she's dripping in flesh.
Published 10th Feb 2014
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Anonymous
10th Feb 2014 4:47pm
flesh drippin' is a grate ting my laydee :rM)
10th Feb 2014 5:09pm
Describes the ability to mentally undress someone you already 'biblically' know.
"dripping in flesh" makes luscious imagery.
"dripping in flesh" makes luscious imagery.
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11th Feb 2014 4:00am
Tommie Lynn Your hands are like pens it is why the penned letters turn into magnificent words the invoke passion and feelings...
lovely poem
lovely poem
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21st Oct 2015 8:40am
Totally loved it! but god damn, it really reminded me of a girl I used to know. Almost made me cry in this coffee shop.
26th Oct 2015 5:56pm
Thank you very much bigwillyo. Take that memory and hold it tight no matter where your life takes you.
