poemranker ::It by fevriere

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Free verse № 113562

It

Member since 2004 · Posted 8 Oct 2004 · 1 comment

You look like "cellar door" You dapper chap, you chapped-lip kisser, post-84. If I asked you to give me five, would you have me home past ten? Or just plain late? "Tell me that you love me" Oh Yes I Do, Honey. I Love You Like A Land Of Milk, Honey, that's why my smile's sly. Tonight your glance makes me the cat who's got the cream, Honey. Tonight, old coffee grounds ain't got a thing on sweet romance. Your glance like chiffon rustles like leaves fall. I'm in your peach fuzz, honey. You're it.

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[n/a] Rollsoftoiletpaper 9-Oct-04/7:48 AM Reply
Heh, Peach fuzz.