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MY POETRY HOME — trespassers welcome
(Monday, August 21, 2001) Kudos to that nubile girl that
I always see in a killer miniskirt
and sexy leather boots.
She wears her miniskirt American-style,
but then she walks Arabian-style,
and there lies her mellow,
I've been informed that she comes
from the Countrypolitan East where
the blind could smell dust before
the wind rises;
Where the sun's fierce, warrior rays
are tamed to caress the supple cheeks
and pilose midriffs of her exotic kind
that flourish there.
As she walks the street and
turns round the corner, I see
legs so firm and legs so straight,
thighs so bare and thighs so spotless,
hair so woven and hair so gleaming,
eyes so brown and eyes so lashed,
lips so curved and lips so smiling,
hips so flexy and hips so winding. . .
And gosh, this miniskirt so mini. . .
And this miniskirt always just so short enough
to catch attention, and always just so
long enough to cover the subject matter. . .
These all can only always conspire to
stir warm embers of desire in my groins. . .
Leaving me so breathless. . .
Catching me so prostate. . .
Making me so hard in-between the thighs. . .
Making me so limp below the knees. . .
As I rush indoors to change my wet pants. . .
© 2001, M-Auwal Gene III. All Rights Reserved
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