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The Mousetrap

My cupped hands warm

and still the shake

of heavy breasts

 

that bear the weight

of all the sex

that we’ve performed.

 

I make a guess,

that with encores,

the tally breaks

 

three thousand -  four!

We’ll overtake

The Mousetrap yet

 

you darken red

and say there’s more.

I understate

 

your current score.

 

 

 

◄ White Christmas

Folk Music ►

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Harry O'Neill

Mon 30th Sep 2013 23:41


Sorry Ray,
It was just my thickness and the superb sexiness of that first stanza.

I just couldn`t believe that any woman who had tilted her `weight` into the warming cup of those `stilling` palms and had four thousand trips to Paradise would ever dream of going anywhere else. :)

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Harry O'Neill

Sun 29th Sep 2013 15:57


rgm,
If you`ve found a gal that can actually remember more of your sex sessions than you can, mate, cherish
her! cherish her!

(most of them have to make an effort to even remember the last one.

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M.C. Newberry

Fri 27th Sep 2013 21:15

Box-office stuff - with a disarming (and slyly ambiguous) touch of humour to finish.

Philipos

Fri 27th Sep 2013 20:35

Can't believe no one has commented on this yet. Very evocative.

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