Out In The Open Poem by Phil Soar

Out In The Open



I like the smell of fresh cut grass
I like the smell of roses
I like the look of a dainty ass
If the lady stands and poses

I like being out in the open air
Dancing in the nude
As long as the sight of my curly hair
Is not classed as too rude

Sunday, March 22, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: funny
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