Lingere Poem by shimon weinroth

Lingere



great love of women, inborne affinity
to their lingere has seeped in
finger and fondle, lovely colored
satins, rayons and silks,
take the extra moment to look to stare
wonder why, the magic snare,

perhaps a doting mother, a ruling aunt
a wayward gene, crossed the path
to like, to feel, delicious fabrics,
thrills and raptures run up the spine

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Yasser Koor 03 November 2008

Oh golly! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! what a amazing poem oh my god it is one of the greatist poems i ever read, i like it so much your amagination, the words, and everything, it is perfect,

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