Rather hot today

The golden orb

Has rendered me red

Upon arms & shoulders

And on me fore'ead ?

 

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Bubble Butt

Impressive signs she has a design

Her eyes are like a spring divine

Love sprouting as her eyes wink

Her lips are a seductive drink

Enticing my mind with an infatuating line

Come winters and every thing looks shut

Yet she lets the world know that she has a bubble butt.

 

Passion fruits dangling from her chest

This is what she is at her best

When she leaves open the but...

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Hinges of Hell

It’s hot as the hinges of Hell, they say. 
Maybe so, but I’ve never been there.
Yet.
Those hinges must be made 
of very hard stuff not to melt.

Best not to sweat in this heat. 
Water on Hell’s hinges would turn to steam.
and scald us like boiled owls.

But we’re tough old birds too.
We’ll sweat it out and try not to drip on the hinges.


        July, 2010 (A record hot summer

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Mutual Admiration

Your dandruffed head which once was fair

Your sweaty armpits clogged with hair

Those sagging tits that touch your knees

That fluff-filled navel full of fleas

God ! you're sexy when you're bare.

 

And you my love are perfect man

Your dentures even have a tan

And though your willy's lost its zing

Eventually it still goes in

You're HOT........come take me while you can.

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The Peaceful Beach

There's nothing that can beat
Walking along the beach
With the waves hitting your feet
In the scorching heat

Miles of soft, golden sand
I run some through my hand
Waves splashing against the shore
Is a sound that I adore

Feeling the warm breeze
Puts me at such ease
I tilt my head up towards the sun and smile
And close my eyes for a while

This beach is my paradise
Its tranquility...

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After The Storm

After The Storm

 

Not long after the downpour,

steam dragged itself

from the sheen of cobbles

in an effort to reach

the tiny rainbows

bouncing for the sun.

 

There was a wet smell in the air,

like the heaving body of a wolf

dying on a riverbank,

choking on its own blood

after the arrow

had pierced its throat.

 

The deep rumble of thunder

shuddered...

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