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Nine-teen
We were both nine-teen
eyes met near an old creek,
you were in a one piece,
I wanted you out of it.
I was attracted to the skin,
and my curiosity
of if a gentle soul within.
After a day of passion,
and your knight dashing.
I couldn't touch this angel,
knowing my demons within
never compromise, hackle,
A straight arrow bends.
eyes met near an old creek,
you were in a one piece,
I wanted you out of it.
I was attracted to the skin,
and my curiosity
of if a gentle soul within.
After a day of passion,
and your knight dashing.
I couldn't touch this angel,
knowing my demons within
never compromise, hackle,
A straight arrow bends.
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Author's Note
The model is 19 and such a lovely looking kid. When I was her age, I was handsome and was all the rage. This is a memory poem of a beautiful encounter with such a beautiful girl in a one piece swim-suit. I never ignore or suppress when I see such beauty, its not a crime to admire beautiful 19 year old girls. Its a crime not to.
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Today 12:09pm
You captured a nice memory here. “Demons within” is an intriguing turn of phrase here.
