Love kept her for a teacup
By Mark Heathcote
Fri, 21 Oct 2011
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Love kept her for a teacup close to his lips
With both hands trembling on her hips
Her eyes they too were so love-in
That he pulled away at her silk napkin
She held him like he were a teaspoon
But he felt just like a great big baboon
His kisses were like rose water honey
Their bodies crumpled like a Dali oil limply…
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Hi Mark, I really liked this
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Hi Mark,
I really liked this poem.
Jenny.
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