- Erotic Poetry
- Bushes
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I'm quite sure, I know not,
a poem so lovely as a twat.
A bush whose hungry mouth lays wet.
Forget your true love’s tangled net.
The bush that guards a snatch by day,
is arrow sign to point the way.
Bush some trim for summer wear,
or leave as jungle nest of hair.
But below each mound of fur,
a magic spot makes kitty purr.
My poems are just a foolish stunt;
takes more than words to please a cunt.
FOR REFERENCE – Trees by Jocye Kilmer
I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the earth's sweet flowing breast;
A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;
A tree that may in summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;
Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.
Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.
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