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genie
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 Posted: 02/09/03 - 17:36 Post subject:
I have been wetting my pants laughing over these all day!! I'd love to see how many of you have the cajones to actually show these to your SO's......
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Earlyrunnr
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Posted: 02/09/03 - 20:45 Post subject:
Ode to my husband:
Love
Your skin glows like the cantelope, blossoms dirty as the lilac in the purest hope of spring.
My heart follows your trombone voice and leaps like a hedgehog at the whisper of your name.
The evening floats in on a great ostrich wing.
I am comforted by your skirt that I carry into the twilight of rockbeams and hold next to my tummy.
I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of cosmopolitan.
As my nose falls from my shirt, it reminds me of your cupboards.
In the quiet, I listen for the last shreek of the day.
My heated hiney leaps to my panties. I wait in the moonlight for your secret fishbowl so that we may bounce as one, hiney to hiney, in search of the magnificient purple and my
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Laurie Ellen
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Posted: 02/09/03 - 21:58 Post subject:
| Earlyrunnr wrote: | Ode to my husband:
Love
Your skin glows like the cantelope, blossoms dirty as the lilac in the purest hope of spring.
My heart follows your trombone voice and leaps like a hedgehog at the whisper of your name.
The evening floats in on a great ostrich wing.
I am comforted by your skirt that I carry into the twilight of rockbeams and hold next to my tummy.
I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of cosmopolitan.
As my nose falls from my shirt, it reminds me of your cupboards.
In the quiet, I listen for the last shreek of the day.
My heated hiney leaps to my panties. I wait in the moonlight for your secret fishbowl so that we may bounce as one, hiney to hiney, in search of the magnificient purple and my |
Just couldn't go on? Choked up, or what? This is pretty highly emotionally charged, Early. Dunno if he's gonna be able to stand it!  
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Earlyrunnr
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Posted: 02/09/03 - 22:05 Post subject:
| Laurie Ellen wrote: | | Earlyrunnr wrote: | Ode to my husband:
Love
Your skin glows like the cantelope, blossoms dirty as the lilac in the purest hope of spring.
My heart follows your trombone voice and leaps like a hedgehog at the whisper of your name.
The evening floats in on a great ostrich wing.
I am comforted by your skirt that I carry into the twilight of rockbeams and hold next to my tummy.
I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of cosmopolitan.
As my nose falls from my shirt, it reminds me of your cupboards.
In the quiet, I listen for the last shreek of the day.
My heated hiney leaps to my panties. I wait in the moonlight for your secret fishbowl so that we may bounce as one, hiney to hiney, in search of the magnificient purple and my |
Just couldn't go on? Choked up, or what? This is pretty highly emotionally charged, Early. Dunno if he's gonna be able to stand it! |
 Whoops! got caught in the moment I guess...don't know where the rest went....could it be the couple of brandy and cokes I just had?
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genie
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Posted: 02/09/03 - 22:41 Post subject:
That heated hiney thing HAS to be good for some sort of prize......
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runaroundsue
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Posted: 02/10/03 - 19:32 Post subject:
Your skin glows like the apple, blossoms run as the lily in the purest hope of spring.
My heart follows your oboe voice and leaps like a deer at the whisper of your name.
The evening floats in on a great chicadee wing.
I am comforted by your pants that I carry into the twilight of housebeams and hold next to my arm.
I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of milk.
As my butt falls from my tights, it reminds me of your car.
In the quiet, I listen for the last ewwww of the day.
My heated nose leaps to my shirt. I wait in the moonlight for your secret dish so that we may go as one, nose to nose, in search of the magnificient red and mystical bed of love.
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omega lambda
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Posted: 02/10/03 - 20:58 Post subject:
To delta, my one true love 
| Quote: | My Love
Your skin glows like the grapes, blossoms sweet as the daffodil in the purest hope of spring.
My heart follows your guitar voice and leaps like a cat at the whisper of your name.
The evening floats in on a great bluebird wing.
I am comforted by your sweater that I carry into the twilight of bookbeams and hold next to my leg.
I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of nectar.
As my eyes fall from my Levis, it reminds me of your rock.
In the quiet, I listen for the last chime of the day.
My heated eye leaps to my shirt. I wait in the moonlight for your secret tower so that we may dance as one, eye to eye, in search of the magnificient purple and mystical plaque of love. |
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omega lambda
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Posted: 02/10/03 - 21:03 Post subject:
| genie wrote: | | I have been wetting my pants laughing over these all day!! I'd love to see how many of you have the cajones to actually show these to your SO's...... |
I just PM'd my special poem to delta. Let's hope his sense of humour hat is on today! 
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