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A poem
Published on October 24, 2005 By Steven Peaple In Misc
Lover's wheels, Turning in an endless bliss.
Seduction,
What an easy game to play.
Always looking for someone to take over the game.
Or get taken in.
On your toes or back, it's all the same.
More fun to playwith lover's wheels.
Turning in an endless bliss.
High heels, High skirts.
All these come off together.
In a game of lover's wheels.
Turning in an endless bliss.
Whispers in the night,
Caresses or poundings.
Is the chorus of lover's wheels.
Turning in an endless bliss.
Red lips, the thigh, the hips.
Touch it all with the lover's wheels.
Turning in an endless bliss.
Just make one wish.
Make it of love,
Because that's all you lack in the lover's wheels.
Turning in an endless bliss.

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