Dead Man : Adult Poetry Writing by a Poet out of Dallas tx

written by Poet : Tiffany Puryear

I hear sounds of excitement, but this time not my own. Holy shit, for the hour I thought I was alone. Shh...I carefully listen to the almost silent tone. He tries to be quiet, not knowing I hear his every moan. I wonder who he might be, I enjoy the thought of him hiding and watching me. I look his way and completely undress. Making sure he sees every inch of my naked body. I then sit on the bed with my legs spread wide. I let down my hair, reach in the drawer and pull out my nine...

Originally Posted On Site: 2010-02-16 12:14:45
Last Login: 03.28.10

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	I didn't mean to I didn't mean to lurk outside your door it was dark and the wind was caterwauling and i tried not to disturb you you see i have an old fashioned job and sometimes i make rattles in the night now i lay here bleeding the milkman who hoped no one was home	2010-02-17 01:00:00 Poet Twin

	Hi You have a playfulness and irony in your poetry which is very refreshing. It's right up my alley, so to speak.	2010-02-19 01:00:00 Poet EC


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