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[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => A baby erotic (poem) by cauchy3
[time] => 2004-08-03 01:48:39
[hometext] => LOves are souls with high altitudes; Boot my body as demen my souls**
[bodytext] => 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------------------ [comments] => 3 [counter] => 1195 [topic] => 48 [informant] => cauchy3 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 1 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => EmotionalPoetry )
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