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Boobs
Boobs...
On the beach stretching for miles
sun here clouds there, in the expansive skies
in the distance the Deltawerken
magnificently surreal, huge wind turbines
the sea feels silky soft on my skin
gentle waves carry me as I swim
though I dare not go too far
as the undercurrent could pull me in
not that I'd really care
as this is where I want to be
such open spaces, free and bare
weightless I drift in an ocean of joy
to forget for a while the reality
floating like a newborn buoy
the top of my bathers disintegrate
as I romp with the sea like a toy
and of course, she's filming, as I emerge
bathers in tatters, around my hips
from the final glorious surge
thank goodness I know
she won't put it on Youtube's
though nothing is sacred anymore
not even mother's boobs
feedback van andere lezers- lief
lovely poem June!
xxx
liefs
killea: thank you Lief
xxx
j - jan
you gave me an idea...
xxx
j
killea: do tell Jan
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j - Danvoieanne
Leuk...
killea: thank you Anne
xx
j - CHRIS
mij gedacht goe bezig
killea: thank you Chris
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j - Hoeselaar
Altijd drijven jonge heer, dat was een liedje van iemand die ik nu even niet weet
Ik had erbij willen zijn en meegenieten wille
Willy
killea: das kann ich mir gut vorstellen Willy
xx
j
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