Violet Winters

Rookie - 99 Points (September 13 / Baltimore, MD)

Grace's Poem - Poem by Violet Winters

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.

Topic(s) of this poem: love


Comments about Grace's Poem by Violet Winters

  • Heather Wilkins Heather Wilkins (6/23/2014 10:17:00 AM)

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

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  • Khairul Ahsan Khairul Ahsan (3/19/2014 9:33:00 AM)

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

  • Wake Up! Wake Up! (3/7/2014 10:25:00 AM)

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


    Very nice! ! ! (Report) Reply

  • Wake Up! Wake Up! (3/7/2014 10:25:00 AM)

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


    Very nice! ! ! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, March 7, 2014

Poem Edited: Friday, March 7, 2014


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