Tuesday, December 18, 2007

Written on a Japanese love-hotel condom

MAKE LOVE

In the soft light through the window, its shape is clear. The breeze carries its scent. Now, for you. She is still but a nameless, new kind of orchid.
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2 comments:

  1. UnknownDecember 19, 2007 at 11:11 AM

    That's an awesome poem. Just imagine if Trojan tried the poem on a condom routine:

    There she lays
    Be a man, you stud
    Go get her

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  2. Allison LandaDecember 19, 2007 at 11:13 AM

    Ah, the poetry of protection!

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