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Trees are hung with golden syrups

Soils and lands are places to usurp

Ruts are rules to omit the laws

All your strips are Thoths in games


Bottoms are double up for heads

Loves make Shiva not ease

Purdahs are poke by loves that are treacle

Sexes are Gods to crow in treats


Insert my music to thrum the water

My oars touch the shields of walls

On paints our pears both are even

Reveal happiness with out poison pens


She is my mother in natures of loves

What is taboo in baby mice?

Leaves are shake for wings of owls

A shift in winds as wings of wolves


Flying wolves are treaded birds

Spin our loves to lace on wines

Boot my Body as demean my souls

Deal me like owls with vocals


Trees are proud but humble in rinds

The provision to baby is good this night
The pushes are reached with out touches

Owl with baby tongue has songs


French wines are white as pearls

Delimited the souls in bodies seams

Cells are dry by solid into liquids

The elf of she enslaved by lips


Loves are souls with high altitudes

I have all kinds of loves attributes

Notes are lips and bars from tongues

Smooth when warm but sharp when hot

---------Sexy poem by Cheung shun sang=cauchy3------------------
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A baby erotic (poem) by cauchy3

Contributed by cauchy3 on Tuesday, 3rd August 2004 @ 01:48:39 AM in AEST
Topic: EmotionalPoetry



A baby erotic

Trees are hung with golden syrups

Soils and lands are places to usurp

Ruts are rules to omit the laws

All your strips are Thoths in games


Bottoms are double up for heads

Loves make Shiva not ease

Purdahs are poke by loves that are treacle

Sexes are Gods to crow in treats


Insert my music to thrum the water

My oars touch the shields of walls

On paints our pears both are even

Reveal happiness with out poison pens


She is my mother in natures of loves

What is taboo in baby mice?

Leaves are shake for wings of owls

A shift in winds as wings of wolves


Flying wolves are treaded birds

Spin our loves to lace on wines

Boot my Body as demean my souls

Deal me like owls with vocals


Trees are proud but humble in rinds

The provision to baby is good this night
The pushes are reached with out touches

Owl with baby tongue has songs


French wines are white as pearls

Delimited the souls in bodies seams

Cells are dry by solid into liquids

The elf of she enslaved by lips


Loves are souls with high altitudes

I have all kinds of loves attributes

Notes are lips and bars from tongues

Smooth when warm but sharp when hot

---------Sexy poem by Cheung shun sang=cauchy3------------------




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Re: A baby erotic (poem) by cauchy3 (User Rating: 1 )
by fredlost on Tuesday, 3rd August 2004 @ 04:57:58 AM AEST
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I can't say I find it overtly sexy, but alluring nonetheless.


Re: A baby erotic (poem) by cauchy3 (User Rating: 1 )
by JacobsKK on Sunday, 3rd April 2005 @ 07:57:52 PM AEST
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Mee too, in a different sense


Re: A baby erotic (poem) by cauchy3 (User Rating: 1 )
by Sophie_Taylor on Saturday, 26th November 2005 @ 09:57:52 PM AEST
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great write, keep up the good work!
sophie xxoxo




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