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Comforting more than all the world’s advise, Home to a man’s uncried cries, Girl, I don’t know how your thighs, Turn sleepless nights into blissful sighs! When I kiss them, they quiver like rose petals, Your thighs are a grown up man’s cradle Curtained by your tresses, when I lie in your lap’s warmth, My head forgets this world’s big bad storms I ain’t got a clue, I’ve no...
Added 20 Jun 2012 | Category Love Poems
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