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Robert Hawkins
Okay in the beginning.
There was that afternoon.
I saw you naked streching languishing.
Sunward your breasts shadows falling on me.
Mouth open sun touched fantasy.
Lowering lips touch of gist.
Spasm spasm sudden breathe.
I gulp at her rush quickly.
Swollen clit switch for my eager thrust.
Thrust I thrust slide back down.
Need to quinch my thirst.
Feel it pulsing in my mouth.
Oh, God I love this girl.
Umm,, damn she is sweet.
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bobby
note; Eat your heart out Babe.
Damn sure,,, you wish it were you.
You would spread those yam's for Bobby.
(if not but summery hon.)
As always Ergo Proxima.
Robert Hawkins has published 2 more terrible poems since joining on 30/11/99. Read more of Robert's terrible poetry at the anthology. Here are three of Robert's latest works: