Arms

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What a fascinating array.
Some swing and sway while others clench
in strangle hold or lift soft silk over head.
The sinew of trained paddlers, tree pullers
left and right tugging tank topped.
The owners often wipe their foreheads, letting product
drip to pit, next rib trickle.
Whose best sexy arms are thin and bony lady finger
appendage or log rolling woman of wood and heavy breathing?

Gentle men of word and tent stake pounding or construction.
Tall building sky scraping shoulders.
To me the arms enclose and welcome.
Envelopes that don't require wetting.
Self adhesive exterior organs connected to minds
that need licking.

she pours joe to Joe down five stories
his cup is aimed up at her carafe
"don't get burned, Joe"
"don't burn me, Floe"

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duddle146duddle146about 17 years ago
As it is.

Modern conveniences ~ still the sense of forboding.

LeBrozLeBrozover 17 years ago
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Starting with the broadest terms and works its way down to Joe & Floe.

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