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The Virgin

by cleverdevice

Member since 2002 · Posted 24 May 2004 · 3 comments

A silver toed virgin Was washing, Her body drenching, The golden apples Of her breasts, Their flesh like Yogurt. The plump cheeks of her buttocks Tossed against one another As she swung about, Flesh as lithe as water. A hand spread down To cover much swollen The fair flowing conduit, Not the whole thing But as much as she could.

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[10] thepinkbunnyofdoom 24-May-04/1:12 AM Reply
A master piece to be hung with next to a cheap reprint altered in photo shop of that one painting... by that guy... but anyway, genius. I love it. It gave me the shniggles.
[n/a] cleverdevice › thepinkbunnyofdoom 24-May-04/8:01 AM Reply
Its inspired by a friends painting he did for for his art exam, but I know what you mean.
[10] Glasseyez 14-Feb-06/12:33 AM Reply
Yea I had a ladyfriend once whos flesh was like yogurt, twas an Eskimo from canada, needless to say she came down to Florida to stay awhile and her yogurt skin curdled turning out to be a 400 lb. behimoth. God bless e-haromy.com and their misrepresented clientel. Yet to have a refund Anyhow love the poem I give it a ten because of the fond memories it brings of my made up life in Tallahassee