Treasure Island

Deana Smith

(9-30-84 / Indianapolis indiana)

Husband!


He has brown hair and hazel eyes,
That always lights up my skies,
He is 5 foot ten with a nice mouth,
Someday he'll have a bunch of wealth,
He is trim and sleek,
I would love to wrap him around me like a mink,
He skin feels of silk and stubble,
He makes my belly tumble,
Nobody has ever gave me more pleasure in the bedroom,
He loves me always and forever,
That's how I knew we would always be together,
No more chasing,
I found my special someone,
His name is Jason,
Happy Anniversary!

Submitted: Friday, March 07, 2014
Edited: Wednesday, March 12, 2014

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  • Khairul Ahsan (5/1/2014 12:38:00 PM)

    It's a sweet, nice, passionate poem.
    'He is 5 foot ten with a nice mouth, ' - Loved this line. (Report) Reply

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