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Tuesday, October 27, 2009

Lover's Moon

On a quiet dark night,
Not a hint of a breeze,
Only the moon peeping
between the trees.
On a bed of fresh
fallen leaves,
On all fours
He shudders and heaves.
None too gentle
And none too kind
He loves his lady
from behind.
And the good lady
politely bows her head,
Not really comfy
on her leafy bed.
Tho such nights
were meant for romanitcs,
Lover's moon's wasted
on such jungle antics.
Israh Sadan
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Prince Obed de la Cruz 27 October 2009
very well written! .....
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Ying Escalona 27 October 2009
nice presentation Israh.....yes...from behind...
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