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By coujeaux Date: 2003 Mar 18 Comment on this Work [[2003.03.18.22.01.15049]] |
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Where shouldn't matter as much as who, I think; effect nonetheless 'twas same, Could have been a St. John brunette or a Whitehorse blonde by any other name. Sampling feminine wiles from ancestries global; exquisite wares upon a tongue, Reinforcing the fascinations both learned and instructed from times I was young. For those beyond the border of ocean I feel a certain pity if you will, even tears, Here is reverence and revelation to untapped treasures discovered in my years. Look you North, young man; West is overcrowded with a bounty of siliconed she, Gimme some natural shimmy and that Vancouver maneuver for to stimulate me. In the suffocating charms of their bountiful arms I melt and wrap myself in skin, And I never saw collection of bosoms make me wanna regestate all over again. Even if the allure leads me toward impure I'll go down to be dirty and celebrate, 'Cause you ain't lived 'til you overdosed on sweetest maple drips from her plate. Now I love my Gulf Coast mamas; warm as the sunshine, wet as the tide is high, Atlantic honeys move like the Concorde, Pacific baby known to drain a man dry. Womankind brings me to my knees; my passion, my disease, just like all others, Can't speak for the rest of anyone, but I love th' sisters as much as th' brothers. But give me a choice in a supersonic voice I reverberate the Rockies with a call, Even way down South I got that taste in my mouth for las Canadiennes after all. |