James McLain Poems

She is kind, smart, careing and amazing.
He has HUGE muscles,
massive feet and is very, very tall.
He is as gentle as he is wide and has big hands.
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There is a man, not him, to you I am.
Juggling broken falls,
I am the owner of her long white staff.
God has a broken crown,
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I was lost love,
without it and it was yours,
and you and I thus were one.
Why was it lost, this way.
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When with hers light mixed made from his.
Houses made of glass, made with broken hands.
Somewhere it's heard called forth hence it is inward.
Beyond common reach of modern worldly ways.
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I can not help but stand.
As the eddies in your love the sea the tide receedes
The moving grass aside.
When time has moved the ravaged dunes.
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Condoms what are they for?
Milk is better to drink so I think.
Must she be pregnant for me to drink milk.
The point of conception to me means what?
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I do not know from where this comes.
Yet rivers flow.
From the fount from where youth came.
Imortal would they never know, I am.
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In your drawer are what?
Are they soft and smelling like what?
They are panties.
And panties left there smell of what?
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This Cheap red dress that is rippep.

A night out on the town it is cheap.
Sexy to cheap so it's tight.
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Think like a man why must we.
Inside warmth,
and water decerning some see.
The woman she knows.
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