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.:Mint Condition:.
She was that dream in green. All green and
Me too, I was green.
Not from any envy or any of my red faced Irish ancestry
No, I was green just from being green.
Naïve. Sometimes deceived, yet still easily pleased,
I was green like go. You know...I was that green.
And she was barely in green. Dressed...barely
Almost scary enough for me to see not too clearly
She had, had that for real mocha brown
What I peeped so deep, almost couldn’t sleep sound...
So profound, had me wanting to creep that melody of melanin
Imagining what she’d do when she’d bend. Damn, like a song
What if anything could go wrong? Who’d be the first to get gone?
She had passed me my bong as we swung into that key of mahogany
The drifting high, soft thighs, them low notes; the kind absent of any agony
The kind of pleasure reassured & measured by those old school bank notes
Bundled up suits in overcoats; the kind of gents with them sparkling gems
But it was no thing; she confessed she wasn’t about them or their bling
And to me, this was some news that was just too pleasing.
But, I didn’t even take time out for any well thought reasoning
She had the seasoning and for sure, I was that naïve G.
A green Mr. Green…thinking... she was thinking all about me
Believe me when I’d land; she’d lock...we stopped the clock
Time stood still…and it was more than a decent thrill
More about pleasure than pasture...
See hers was a tight, yet medium land mass
A set, setup just right for capture
My growth; her grasp sprouted nothing but rapture
Miss Crescendo del Blendo...This lady wasn’t green...at all.
But alas, she could be about The Green. The tax-free kind
The kind bestowed upon her from you or me
Now let’s see...she, this lady draped in a mint julep mix
Just the right amounts and all of it my fix
All in context where she was my fixation
One that couldn’t be undone,
And by her score if we were at war she had already won.
Green given unto blue, I was more than...done
And just like that, totally whack we were all about some fun
yum.. yum
Published 23rd Jun 2014
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24th Jun 2014 2:58am
is that bitch real?????
she looks like a sex doll with big chocolate frisbee size areolas.....
she's still hot jus sayin.....
she looks like a sex doll with big chocolate frisbee size areolas.....
she's still hot jus sayin.....
24th Jun 2014 6:26pm
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ha...real?
is she inflatable?
this a hardcore poetry site on the internet
we jus go for what's relatable
we write it down for the insatiable
after that
any fact is debatable
jus sayin ; )
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ha...real?
is she inflatable?
this a hardcore poetry site on the internet
we jus go for what's relatable
we write it down for the insatiable
after that
any fact is debatable
jus sayin ; )
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.
27th Jun 2014 4:26pm
28th Jun 2014 2:52pm
3rd Jul 2014 12:45pm
Straight up illusion
For those in need
And thosse who need the fantasy
Tax free or otherwise
Great write
For those in need
And thosse who need the fantasy
Tax free or otherwise
Great write
3rd Jul 2014 7:03pm
