| poem.Dec. '02 |
| I LET HER GO Veiled bosoms and rouge lips down the curves her red dress slips Her tender heart whispers in my ear but the cries of her soul shed down in tears When her slender bod lays on my hands her mind flies away to distant lands. For her heart's crying for a loving caress while my hand runs down her smooth breasts. Let me go she cries for she cannot let her soul die. And so I let her go. |
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