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08-30-2011, 05:25 PM
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A Poetry Challenge -- 9 words
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Public Journey Lips Sweet Intrigue Illuminate Shame Bound BOUND It was a six year journey you took me on... (in the beginning the strongest of bonds...) So unaware of the intrigue you held for me there... (in the beginning you were so full of light... in that public room your halo so bright... in the beginning you could illuminate my darkest night... in the beginning I could finally see... the sweet hot butch of you igniting an explosion of femme in me...) Then slowly you bound me with your nameless shame, a crushed and broken halo your wicked game, and pressing your finger across my lips with a drunken smile you whispered and hissed... Shhh Shhh Shhh... Boots  8/2011 lkf |
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