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;POPULATE THE WORLD WITH YOU
Your oh-so round child bearing hips,
breasts sucklable to babies' lips,
legs that would hold you up so well
when pregnancy makes body swell -
a goddess of fertility,
as your body impresses me.
You sweep me up in seduction,
wanting 'in' with reproduction.
You get me 'up for' coitus.
populate earth with clones of us,
daughters like you and sons like me,
add branches to family tree.
breasts sucklable to babies' lips,
legs that would hold you up so well
when pregnancy makes body swell -
a goddess of fertility,
as your body impresses me.
You sweep me up in seduction,
wanting 'in' with reproduction.
You get me 'up for' coitus.
populate earth with clones of us,
daughters like you and sons like me,
add branches to family tree.
Published 4th Mar 2020
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4th Mar 2020 1:40pm
Very often reproduction drives the fundamentals of attraction.
Cute poem! You are in a humorous mood! 👏😎
Cute poem! You are in a humorous mood! 👏😎
5th Mar 2020 8:16am
Honoured to have a mother of ten put it in their RL.
I recall ages ago two women, one single, the other partnered and expectant, conversing (on TV). The latter said gushingly, 'When you meet the right man you'll want lots of children!"
I have just heard a radio interview with a local woman (Baptist) in England who has eight children, all home schooled, who live in a converted pub.
I recall ages ago two women, one single, the other partnered and expectant, conversing (on TV). The latter said gushingly, 'When you meet the right man you'll want lots of children!"
I have just heard a radio interview with a local woman (Baptist) in England who has eight children, all home schooled, who live in a converted pub.
3rd Jan 2023 1:58am
