Bess Poem by Lamar Cole

Bess



They were sitting on a wooden country fence.
And he made no choirboy pretense.
He wanted to kiss her luscious lips.
And put his hands on her hips.
The country air was so fresh.
Fresh as the breath from the lips of Bess.

Monday, December 17, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: country,kiss,lips,people
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Rini shibu 17 December 2018

Romantic and lovely poem

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