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Miracle of Life

Miracle of Life.

 

In a moment of passion on a hot summer’s night.

Here starts the wondrous journey of human life.

The passion builds to the point of no return.

A climatic explosion and the release of sperm.

 

Thousands of them pushing, shoving, swimming frantically.

A couple might make the journey, for the others death is their destiny.

The inevitable elimination of the...

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Sniffing Around

The husbands

Of the divorced women

Drinking and watching the girls

Sitting with their dates

With legs apart in short skirts

 

Evenings of the lonely men

Strolling behind lazy women

Watching the rhythm of the buttocks…

Often narrate the same story again

And again, without any pause

 

The husbands, lonely or alone

With or without glasses in hands

Remain dru...

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Her Spot(s)

Hitting your Spot 
I know the spot 

That makes you hot 

I'll push those buttons 
Until all of a sudden 

Your skin will blush
Your pussy will gush

In you with every hump
Your flesh riddled with goosebumps

Eyes rolling back and toes curl
Thats right I take care of my girl

You explode with pleasure 
that cannot be measured 

That's it Baby 
let me drive you crazy 

Give y...

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We out of my Berlin Tokyo War Hearts book

 

We

We don't talk now but we once did. I was there when it all went wrong; a ghost, spirit or spectre? No just me. I saw you argue with your wife, knew you'd blame me and be vicious. A Jack Russell. Who's the postman?                                                                                                             

 

You threw stuff, broke a picture on the wall. Threa...

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