Stir Fry Tank Top

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Tzara
Tzara
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It's how her breasts move
under cotton, as she reaches

fingertips to skip along my skin
like water droplets flicked

into an overheated pan. Playful,
oddly soothing. I add some oil

to the wok and get to stirring.

Tzara
Tzara
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Bill DadaBill Dadaalmost 17 years ago
^

The pan is not the only thing that is overheated.

Maria2394Maria2394almost 18 years ago
crispy

like succulent snow peas, filled with flavor and a subtle taste of your personality. A lovely poem :)

AnonymousAnonymousalmost 18 years ago
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wonderful wonderful! I love sexy new images, and this one definately works!

~anna

wildsweetonewildsweetonealmost 18 years ago
yes,

A little oil always enhances the treat.

Well written and fun! Thanks Tzara.

*hugs*

wso

AnonymousAnonymousalmost 18 years ago
Tasty

This is a fun and cheeky poem with a well developed flavour. Mentioned in today's new poem reviews.

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