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She wore little more than a Freudian slip
'round her slender waist a golden belt
Adorned with a butterfly at each hip.
She had wonderous, sparkling eyes of green
And few places on her body where a man hadn't been,
But she was unexplored to me,
A tropical, mystery-filled desert isle.
I yearned to surround her like the sea
And chart each part, every glorious mile.
I'm Columbus, DeGama, Livingstone.
I want to take her travelling
Just to bring her home.
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Sandra Musonda | May 27th, 2004
where do you come with this stuff. it's what the ladies want!
Jack Lashbrook | Jun 15th, 2004
Thank you Sandra and Pui you are sohh sweet.lol
cheap melanie mae | Jan 31st, 2005
words don't come cheap, don juan dimarco
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