This night I shall dream of your bedazzling green hair and goat-eyes.
Wrapped in echoes of your mellifluous hand-music,
I long to sip from your hairy lips.
In my dreams, we fly on the exquisite wing carrot of redness -- skimming vast continents of toes and leopards.
The depths of all the oceans of the universe shall never separate our Shepard pies.
Brilliant as the stars are in the night sky,
In the twilight we feast on chocolate-coated dogs and tender mooners of love
I press the window that you wear around your neck against my toes-muffin so that our pairs melt into one.
You will always be my little gorgeous-cakes face, the goat of my own hugging love.
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it's a sexy poem i know.
how could this make you feal anything but happy
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amazing
yep, so u got taller than me and a better vocabulary. i dont think im going to be able to talk to you for about a week once school starts just to make myself fell better.
btw, this is an amazing poem and really funny.
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if you don't talk to me then i might... not do something...
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lol - this piece
certainly makes me feel happy, but I am checking right now to see if it was, perhaps, induced by a hallucinogenic substance...
please excuse me while I do so...
interesting and creative... the descriptions are well worded, in spite of conveying rather bizarre imagery - I think you may have found a niche... I have heard of "acid jazz"
-maybe this would qualify as something similar... 'cept for the "jazz" part, of course...
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