Thursday, September 8, 2005(Beware this poem is spicy hot) Entitled: Foreign FilmsFOREIGN FILMS She tickled his flesh Like a pager on vibrate Creating the illusion of sex With the sort of innuendos Only a Spanish film could derive So hot and heavy They hung between sentences Lips caught between teeth Attending to the words With bed heavy eyes Watching the scene unfold The... Sign in to see full entry.posted by MiaElla at 8:07 AM Comments (4) (permalink) |
