Stacey
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NOT Gone FishingA Poem by StaceyHigh up in the SmokiesThere’s a cabin on the hillMy darling man will take meI’ll provide him such a thrill Naked I was standingNear th.. |
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Teardrops and BookshopsA Poem by StaceyLove was a tear dropRhymes in a bookshopSo heavy in my eyesThere was no disguiseNever yielding to fallDown emotions wallSolace found aloneWhat I calle.. |
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Ripe for PickingA Poem by StaceyHello my old friendNice to see you againThe sunshine I remember Thoughts of way back whenI blushed like a roseAs hands caressed my faceYou pulled my l.. |
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Good MorningA Poem by StaceyShe found him asleep in his chair,where he sat the night before.Still in work clothes,the book he was reading fallen to the floor. She watched as h.. |
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Her Hands ~ His VoiceA Poem by StaceyLast night, hungry for his touchHer memories she relied on for suchThen the call, his voice starts to singInstruction, imagination, a beautiful thing .. |
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Stupid Silly GamesA Poem by StaceyShe tempted to play A love silly game No emotions involved Didn’t ask his name She took him home To share her bed Gave herself to him No .. |
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Hues Yellow and BlueA Poem by StaceyIt’s hard to have faith When clouded with doubt Where roads are dead ends No love could surmount What makes one believe When covered in f.. |
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Howling at the MoonA Poem by StaceyI remember then Days hot and balmy Nights chill a relief When we ran wildly Fields of tall grass Brushing at our knees Hide and seek in the tree.. |
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In Mornings QuietA Poem by StaceyRelaxed, peaceful, eyes remain closedNo want to wake nor world be exposedCurtains battle the sun to keep out a beamIn mornings quiet, of you I dream .. |
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