Grace's Poem Poem by Belle Violet

Grace's Poem

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I wanna be your
Wrangler jeans.
Clinging,
to those legs.
Knocking
on your boots
Wear me out
I want you
to get a lotta use.
I wanna wrap
'round your hips.
Hold your money clip,
hold your ****.
I wanna hug up on
that meaty man meat.
And I'd prefer
that you pitch
those boxer briefs;
I'd prefer
there be nothing
between you and me.
I wanna be
your Wrangler jeans.

Friday, March 7, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: love
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Heather Wilkins 23 June 2014

this is a cute poem well written. Makes me think of our youth today. with wrangler jeans.

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Khairul Ahsan 19 March 2014

Very exciting! Smiles.... 'I'd prefer there be nothing between you and me. I wanna be your Wrangler jeans.' - How wonderful!

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Chuy Amante 07 March 2014

Oh yeah! That I were inside in the pants, that create your hyperventilating pants! Very nice! ! !

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Chuy Amante 07 March 2014

Oh yeah! That I were inside in the pants, that create your hyperventilating pants! Very nice! ! !

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