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If only you were here with me now
Oh my Queen of the Sea
You who dares to ride the waves mounted on Taurus
among precious torquoise gems which adorn gentle crown
You who are always ignore the secretly agreed cry of the initiate
before dusk and you keep going in my arms
accompanied only by the sound of dry coconuts
which have always been dry.
You did not return from the grand feast
and were speaking with yourself
endeavouring to satisfy the freshness of honey
on the tips of yours breasts
your body writhing fresh with clean waters
penetrating the most intimate point of your night
there where shame halts frightened.

And before parting all the shadows
were innocent and silently similar.

Thus you dare to console my pain
survival of empires
goddess of scepters through tears
night-saturated monster
silhouette
exact confidence
concave monastery of milk.

Weirdo.

I always thought they were convex...

Topic: Poems about luna's breasts, Prose about them 'taters

Gooch




If only you were here with me now
Oh my Queen of the Sea
You who dares to ride the waves mounted on Taurus
among precious torquoise gems which adorn gentle crown
You who are always ignore the secretly agreed cry of the initiate
before dusk and you keep going in my arms
accompanied only by the sound of dry coconuts
which have always been dry.
You did not return from the grand feast
and were speaking with yourself
endeavouring to satisfy the freshness of honey
on the tips of yours breasts
your body writhing fresh with clean waters
penetrating the most intimate point of your night
there where shame halts frightened.

And before parting all the shadows
were innocent and silently similar.

Thus you dare to console my pain
survival of empires
goddess of scepters through tears
night-saturated monster
silhouette
exact confidence
concave monastery of milk.


Someone miss snack time today???



Edited By Ken'sPen on July 22 2002 at 4:40

somebody fucked up on Brokenjaw's old joke

You are
the memory resonant in the girdle of the ages
suffering
trafficked jewel.
I cry love
living blood
wounds
angels like centaurs
and conjure.

I surge from your womb
savage caresses
present testimony
caprices
orishas
fertility
rhythm
semen
you are the forbidden fruit
the word of life
seed.

The intersection of your thighs is forged
demon
snail
cedar.

Here I am you feed me with stars
for you are
the flesh of suffering night
tumultuous sexual luminaries
I proclaim your tremulous being.
Animals like frontiers
sweet sea breezes
skeleton adrift
howl at the most exalted moment
silent gardens without crosses.

My guitar
my emptied body
my vision
childish images
covered with virgin blackness.

I return to the texture of skin
towards the lips
and heavy closed eyes.
Thus I name you
pendulum of the rebel hours.

The new hour advances shadows
on the hand of the confessions
and fatal enterprises.
Masks revealing mistaken desires.

Invasion of sun-tanned marionettes.
Prow pointing towards the tropics discovered yesterday.

What if I refused to leave your womb
and return to a fury of leaves and flamboyant
bowed before your altar or mercy.

Am I the only one here who hasn't seen Luna's boobies?

I feel so left out :-(

i saw a pic of your arse...thread forthcoming this evening. :loveya:

I've never seen them either.

Quote:I've never seen them either.

:rofl:

Me neither.

should i post them? they are lovely:loveya:

Hey Luna, nice tits. Wanna F? :rofl:
(did that rhyme?)

I wait with baited breast..err..breath :crackhead:

Unless I can see them up close and personal...
I don't wanna see them at all...

with luna's permission i give you:

Luna Boobs
they are beautiful!!!!!!!!!!!



Edited By Arpikarhu on July 22 2002 at 4:51

Sorry, but you'll never beat the poetry Luna's dog writes.



:Checks link: Nice! :thumbs-up:

I wasn't expecting tiny bright red nips and pale Irish skin from a squaw.

Those are definitely poetry-worthy :bouncer: :bouncer:

:thumbs-up: <font color=white> cool, Luna, we have similar boobies...well, yours are a tiny bit bigger but bravo!</font color=white>

Quote:Those are definitely poetry-worthy

i find that they put me at a loss for words:loveya:

I forgot to say that they were beautiful and so are her gams.