Her feet do this cute shuffle
As she shimmies into the trousers.
"May I see?"
She exits the fitting room.
Her sensuous curves remind me of
Gentle slopes in the Brecon Beacons.
I want to run my hands all over
Her peaks and valleys.
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Woodland Bliss
Poetry"Never will I fall in love again." -- Ravella "They keep telling me to make the first move, but it's not that simple." -- Andrew ___ Drew has crippling social anxiety. Vella has scars that run deep. Two friends decide to give love another chance. __...
