her bed  

fexiedog 68M
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9/17/2005 12:08 pm

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3/5/2006 9:27 pm

her bed

Her Mousy brown, falling cascade of scented, tussled, sleep tossed hair.

Lips, warm, sleep puffed and soft.

The gauze filtered sunlight fills her sparkling eyes;

those self conscience, downcast, blue gray semi-circled orbs.

The sun bleached blowing curtains twist and swirl ;

in a wild gyrating dance, like a demented cotton specter,

around her, reposed and languorous form.

Sail white sheets in disarray; her wrinkled, linen nest

Her alluring, loosely gathered, transparent gown

drapes silk heavy over her thin rolling frame.

Her marble hard, smooth stretching legs and lithesome thighs.

This sweet refrain of perfect composition



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