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Flower Child
It was her incense on the breeze
A whiff of possibilities
And then the flowers in her hair
He somehow couldn't help but stare
She offered ganja in a joint
He took one toke, and saw the point
She then removed her tie-dyed dress
Her intent he could surely guess
She tossed the joint and sucked his cock
And it didn't come as any shock
These were the days of something wild
And he then had his Flower Child.
A whiff of possibilities
And then the flowers in her hair
He somehow couldn't help but stare
She offered ganja in a joint
He took one toke, and saw the point
She then removed her tie-dyed dress
Her intent he could surely guess
She tossed the joint and sucked his cock
And it didn't come as any shock
These were the days of something wild
And he then had his Flower Child.
Published 25th Dec 2018
Author's Note
The flower children were hippies back in the '60s.
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25th Dec 2018 10:27pm
dearest Sir Crow
you pulled this off a mixture of free love
and wild times...
encapsulates the era...
beautiful...
love Brenda 💕
you pulled this off a mixture of free love
and wild times...
encapsulates the era...
beautiful...
love Brenda 💕
26th Dec 2018 00:02am
I guess I'm still a hippie at heart. The days of free love and electric Kool-Aid have long passed. I still miss those days, remembering how I had the pleasure of wandering San Francisco way back when. It was probably the hippie capital of the world, flower children and all. Thank you for the sweet comment and RL entry, Brenda!
26th Dec 2018 00:34am
Crow.. nice ink.. glad you had to give reference to what a flower child is.. i feel old enough, to know sometimes we have to give references.. none the less, i dig this.. much respect..
Dave
Dave
27th Dec 2018 10:35pm
I'm glad the reference helped. It might have not made much sense to younger folks otherwise. I tend to live in the past. Thank you Dave!
26th Dec 2018 2:59am
She offered ganja in a joint
He took one toke, and saw the point
these might go down as the best lines I've read this year
awesome write
He took one toke, and saw the point
these might go down as the best lines I've read this year
awesome write
27th Dec 2018 10:36pm
Thank you so much poetOftragedy. Those are my favorite lines too. I appreciate your kindness.
26th Dec 2018 8:38am
27th Dec 2018 10:41pm
Like the song says "Freedom is just another word for nothing left to lose." Some truth to that, and the '60s had those who gave it all away, free of charge. Free love was the highlight. Thank you Solomon-Song!
