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Subject: "Jasmine" (poem)
Date: Tue Jul 18 20:39:34 1995
WARNING: EXPLICIT CONTENT - PARENTAL ADVISORY - If you are under the age
of 18, I implore you to press "q" for quit immediately. This work contains
references to fetishes and sexual situations. Some will be offended.
This is a poem inspired by a gorgeous Hawaiian (sp) girl who was in Gallery
magazine a couple of months ago. I even incriminate myself (I bring up my
height, or lack thereof). I go into detail about both my leading lady and
myself so if you don't like it when I describe myself, I apologize; I'm
simply setting the mood. This poem advocates safe sex!!! If you have any
comments, please e-mail me at
Once again, I'd prefer that you e-mail me personally instead of through
the newsgroup because not all posts through the newsgroup make it to my
Oh, honey, I want you.
I want to stare you up and down your 5-foot-11-inch body.
I want to run my fingers through your long, dark, gorgeous hair.
I want to stare into your deep, beautiful, hazel eyes and stroke your
beautiful olive skin.
I want to kiss your full, red lips.
I want to be held in your soft, sweet arms and caressed by your
I want to drink milk from your bosom and slide my hands down your healthy,
I want to caress your beautiful ass.
I want to stroke you from your soft thighs all the way down to your feet,
caressing your silk stockings and red high-heeled pumps.
I want to take you with my tongue.
I want to make love to your large, beautiful breasts.
I want you to stare me up and down my 5-foot-7-inch body.
I want you to run your fingers through my dark hair and caress my harried
I want you to look down into my green eyes and kiss my lips.
I want to hold you in my arms.
I want you to run your beautiful hands down my torso.
I want you to caress my ass slowly and gently.
I want you to stroke me from my thighs to my feet.
I want you to take me with your gorgeous, sensuous, full red lips.
I want you to run your fingernails down my back.
I want to meet you face to face, looking up into your gourgeous eyes again.
I want to lift you from the ground and picture your high-heeled feet
lifting from it.
As soon as I'm protected, I want to penetrate your voluptuous vagina with
my pulsing penis.
I want to make love to you for hours listening to soft, sensual, slow jazz.
I want you to climax many times singing my name in an aria much like those
sung in Verdi's "La Traviata."
I want to ejaculate as I'm inside you, confident that we are protected
from anything we do not want.
I want for both of us to fall to the bed exhausted and satisfied by our
And when we wake up in the morning, I want for us to do it all over again.
"Two roads diverged in a wood, and I -
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference."