by Unknown
Nov 2012 248 Views 3 comments
Silly rhyme
I like the sound of your name on my lips
I like the feel of your hands on my hips
You cook the bacon, I'll cook the eggs
When winter comes, I might shave my legs
I'll amuse you
Confuse you
Be true
To you.
I like the feel of your hands on my hips
You cook the bacon, I'll cook the eggs
When winter comes, I might shave my legs
I'll amuse you
Confuse you
Be true
To you.
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Posted: Nov 2012
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Just a few lines that popped into my head after talking to a friend and trying to describe myself if I was in love.Poems entered on these pages are copyrighted by the authors who entered them. They cannot be reproduced without the author's written consent. © Copyright 2001-2024. All rights reserved.
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