Harry J. Couchon Jr Poems

When does life begin?
Some say at conception
Others say at birth
For me, life began
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On love, I had given up I was through
To try again only to risk a broken heart
Then suddenly one day there was you
making me whole where I had been torn apart
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On a sunny day I look up to the sky
One particular cloud catches my eye
You and I so much in love
Drifting on that cloud above
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The day you said our love was through
And that you were finished with trying
Though you tried being strong the way you do
Didn't I see you crying
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I used to ask myself, was I right
Falling in love with you at first sight
The answer is yes, without a doubt
Your love's the one thing I can't live without
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A woman's behind, so firm, so round
unlocks the door where lust is found
Can make a man forget where he's going
Staring at that behind those tight jeans are showing
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That's not poetry, those are greeting cards
And not very good ones at that
You call yourself a poet, who are you kidding
Why don't you just give up, adnit you failed
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I was her prisoner last night
Her legs wrapped around me so tight
My jail cell, her magnificent thighs
Muffling my moans, blocking my sighs
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Nothing else can rival the spark
As when our lips meet in the dark
Sitting in the sofa or lying in bed
Not sex just making out instead
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One thing that I really love to do
Is when you take me bra shopping with you
I pick out the ones I'd love to see you in
Then I start acting silly and the laughs begin
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