stealing home.A Poem by Boyd Johnson ive never forced anything. dont think that.
her moan would break anyone but a strong man. everytime you touch her its like shes never felt it before ever. its like youre taking it and you feel like youre stealing it. it takes a strong man to keep going when it feels like this. © 2008 Boyd Johnson |
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Boyd Johnsonthe great and oft forgotten north of nyc. poughkeepsie., NYAbouta freak. an outlaw. a hot piece. -j.m. a hometown boy who loves the hudson, his drink, and his hat. hiding under the train tracks, with a bottle of irish moonshine, toasting to it slipping thro.. more..Writing
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