- Erotic Poetry
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--- From their new online site:alt.hallmark.com, here's a few choice cards ---
Was it a dream or
Is it a tale?
My sheets smell of you,
But you are in jail.
To number 59107, San Quentin
* * *
Like the sun that sets
'Neath golden cloud,
Mouths filled with pink
Are always allowed.
Sign in the back bar of M'Lady's Vessel Bar & Grill
* * *
Thine eyes are like
Such as I've naught seen -
To thy breasts mine eyes
Are the moth to their beam.
for those who can't look you in the eye.
* * *
Apart we are,
But some remains
And my blouse I rinse
Before it stains.
So many fraternities, so little time
* * *
Your lips are precious
Like the ruby red bud
Of a rose in Spring
That's stiff with blood.
Eh... Which lips?
* * *
After last night
I awoke this morn
Thinking of you
And watched more porn.
Still not satisfied
* * *
A gardener's hands
Milk drops of dew
Perhaps that's why
I find so few.
To a former wife and her infidelity
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