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April Was Her Name

April liked the band Incubus
she smelled like her name
tangled much in beauty, passionate, sensual smile
As she presses her angel weight against me,
all of me melts into her
My senses hone into one
If I were married how would I tell my wife
I was in love with April
But I am not married yet
The strands of her blonde hair,
gets caught in my zipper
but she doesn’t care
she dives even further past the point where the edge of my soul survives
this orgasmic heat
I test the big bang theory
in the front seat of my Camaro

by John Broyles

This poim induced me to sign up. Well done.

Trout

Interesting indeed. My only nit is with the word "hone" which is to sharpen rather than to whittle or blend. Just a thought.

Hopefully, for everyone's sake, you're not even engaged!

Thoroughly enjoyed!

Thanks,
Diane