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[aid] => Mick
[title] => Erotica
[time] => 2003-04-12 01:25:00
[hometext] => This poem portrays the fantasies of an aged husband
[bodytext] => Ah! the wait had seemed so long,
the exquisitely sculptured woman at last glided in, wearing a flowered transparent pink sarong. As the deluge of golden hair splattered on her moonlit radiant face, the man's heart stopped it's struggling race. His eyes popped out;the mouth dry; the other senses erupting out in passion from their dormant dreary den, the nymph was a perfect seductive ten. Her pouting,moistened ruby red lips, the slender,velvetty swinging hips, her natty,lascivious snow white navel, sharp and sound like a polished gavel, as the teasing breezy air gently caressed, those poised,picture perfect heaving bust, the sordid messy room suddenly got helplessly drowned, into an uncontrollable,unending humid lust. The dream got abruptly shattered, by an ugly unpleasant clatter, the balding aged pauchy husband, wiped and scratched his dripping grey matter. He had as usual been cruelly attacked, by a pail of cold,icy batter. As his eyes saw his everyday foul mouthed shrew, a naughty question tickled his wrinkled brow, will we men ever completely GROW!!!? [comments] => 4 [counter] => 161 [topic] => 2 [informant] => ravi [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => LovePoetry )
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