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To Jocelyn
Oh fair maiden
You make me stary eyed
And when I'm alone at night
Off in the bathroom I hide
Your eyes are like chocolate
Your hair like pasta
Dammit I'm hungry
Fuck this I'm going to the kitchen
(...)
When I look into your eyes
I see a thousand things (all beauty)
Then I see your ass
Then that's all I see
Your lips are like soft pillows
Which I love to kiss more than the rest
They're taught and firm and...
No wait that's your breasts
I love you in the morning
And in the back of my car
And you're not just great at fucking
You're my shining star
-Grissom
Oh you gotta just love Alex, and her love poem, which I made here write for me in writer's craft. Anyone else up to the challenge of writing me one? Lol, I'd love to hear them.
last modified Feb 21, 2005 at 14:47
I could tell it was Nursall's. She spelled *taut* wrong. And *starry*.
I had one which was a little more deep... but uh, I tore it up...
that was uber
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