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A Charmer A Poem
A Charmer A Poem He could have them Eating out of his hands Or off of any part of him. He just had that Certain kind of pizzazz or was that panache? Let's just say He embodied both words Without even trying hard. His photos left somethings To the imagination But his backside Was on full display And boy did women Want to grab his buns Squeeze them like They were Charmin. I think that was The point He was shooting for. Swish he hit that basket And scored! A self proclaimed charmer Was he an avid heart breaker? Or only one up for A flirtation? Not wanting to jump Into bed with every woman But chose his partners With a wisdom Or just a knack For getting his Ultimate desires met? I would think that Would be a safe bet As any number of takers Would have gambled With him. Independently Romantic Sounds Better Than Lonely |
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sounds like admiration between the words and lines, caught in the trolling rhymes, for a male backside charming. Thoughts in sensual pleasure to erotic writing writ. Feel free to travel - click - to my blog: An exploration introduction
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