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Array ( [sid] => 28756 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Ode to the Girls of Home [time] => 2003-12-06 16:44:18 [hometext] => Just another poem I wrote in my early days serving at Guantanamo Bay, Cuba. The poem is slightly erotic, and therefore may not be suitable for younger readers;). [bodytext] => The girls at home aren’t like the one’s here,
For no girl of GTMO could ever compare
To the ones that are at home
Beautiful, exquisite, and all alone


I wish that I could be there
Running my fingers through their hair
Listening to the words they speak
Gentle kisses to make them weak


Whispering words of love into their ears
Instead of saying it over a telephone receiver
Kissing them in certain places
Seeing that familiar look upon their faces


There are times that I remember
When our bodies came together
I’m tired of emails, webcams and letters,
The real thing is so much better


A real kiss
Bodies melting together in perfect bliss
A real touch
These are the things that I miss so much

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Ode to the Girls of Home

Contributed by DJ_The_Young_Grasshopper on Saturday, 6th December 2003 @ 04:44:18 PM in AEST
Topic: LovePoetry



The girls at home aren’t like the one’s here,
For no girl of GTMO could ever compare
To the ones that are at home
Beautiful, exquisite, and all alone


I wish that I could be there
Running my fingers through their hair
Listening to the words they speak
Gentle kisses to make them weak


Whispering words of love into their ears
Instead of saying it over a telephone receiver
Kissing them in certain places
Seeing that familiar look upon their faces


There are times that I remember
When our bodies came together
I’m tired of emails, webcams and letters,
The real thing is so much better


A real kiss
Bodies melting together in perfect bliss
A real touch
These are the things that I miss so much





Copyright © DJ_The_Young_Grasshopper ... [ 2003-12-06 16:44:18]
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Re: Ode to the Girls of Home (User Rating: 1 )
by Cobalt on Saturday, 6th December 2003 @ 09:33:29 PM AEST
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Heh I liked this one of yours mate. I thought it was pretty good.


Re: Ode to the Girls of Home (User Rating: 1 )
by emystar on Saturday, 6th December 2003 @ 09:36:23 PM AEST
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Very good writing.
I'm happy it's past-n-not present.
peace, joy, luv,
emy


Re: Ode to the Girls of Home (User Rating: 0 )
by Former_Member on Sunday, 18th January 2004 @ 10:06:08 AM AEST
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Man, you're pathetic. I've seen this photocopied and pasted all over the website. And anyway....no offense, but you just can't compete...give it up.




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