It Was Not The Cute Hat

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Tall like a slim jim, narrow
in the waist, walking like
neptune on the wave of grass
in the park under trees that
envied such arms and wished
for a profile like his.

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The beret was melting down
the side of a face covered
with dreds so glossy
and black, night surrendered
to day and we had a few
extra hours of sunshine.

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Taking him in gestalt, the jeans
were way too tight across thighs
that made Zeus blink as he
crossed into nature like
a new god searching for
four leaf clover and finding
me on the edge of the fountain
checking off the list: abs, perfect
under a tee washed way too
many times, neck veins begging
to be licked...I mean kissed
and fingered.

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No, definitely was not the
cute hat. Hips made for long
walks, his hands should just fit
around...well anything I own.
It was not the hat that was
cute, it was....the ring
gold and round and married
on his muscular hand.

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allets
03-14-13
6:41p

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running_with_rabbits's picture

the first seven ines are

the first seven ines are almost a poem on their own! Loved them...I am 'eh' on the rest, I kind of feel like you got what you needed to say out in the beginning but maybe its because I am rarely hormonal? :)


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Ashley

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1st 7 Lines

Speaking for the Society For the Rarely Hormonal, this is as dangerous as it gets. Tempting and unavailable is the story of our lives. Thanks for the read. Overwriting is my creed! - Be well, see ya round the poetry warren. ~Lady A~Laughing


 

 

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:)

over thinking is mine ;)


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Ashley

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~(:D) - Just Re-read this thing

And it is kinda like a narrative poem telling a little story - A
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running_with_rabbits's picture

yes...

yes it is


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Ashley