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LOVE UNDER THE STARS
Far away from our Mas and Pas,
Side parking our respective cars,
We meet, make love under the stars
To the calling of the nightjars.
To us, clothing is prison bars.
No underwear, panties or bras,
When Venus conjugates with Mars,
Exchanging sounds of murmured "aahs".
Side parking our respective cars,
We meet, make love under the stars
To the calling of the nightjars.
To us, clothing is prison bars.
No underwear, panties or bras,
When Venus conjugates with Mars,
Exchanging sounds of murmured "aahs".
Published 26th Feb 2016
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27th Feb 2016 3:50am
28th Feb 2016 5:56am
The lusty rush of new love, that hot excitement. This has a real
Adolescent feel to it Solomon. Solid poem.
Adolescent feel to it Solomon. Solid poem.
28th Feb 2016 8:17am
Was that your horoscope for the week you lucky devil? ;-)
Really nice poem mate. keep 'conjugating
Really nice poem mate. keep 'conjugating
I don't do horoscopes although I used an astrological euphimism. The poem grew out of the phrase 'making love under the stars' and is not autobiographical.
29th Feb 2016 9:16pm
To us, clothing is prison bars.
No underwear, panties or bras,
Ha ha...
Love those lines...
No underwear, panties or bras,
Ha ha...
Love those lines...
