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My Peter's Eyes

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My Peter's Eyes
By Sharon L /

This, erm, poem was inspired by a certain topic on one of the discussion lists I take part in. With a thousand apologies to William Shakespeare...

My Peter's eyes are flecked with brown
And green that sparkle in the light.
His lips curve up, even in frown.
His smile's as rare as it's bright.
With often-cropped chestnut hair
And skin the tint of cream in milk,
Which crinkles when he laughs or cheers
But to the touch is smooth as silk,
He stands so tall and lean and strong
And moves with grace that lacks impose.
His hands are warm, his fingers long
And who can fail to see that nose?
     Yet, I say, though it sound crass,
     These can't compare to his cute round ass!

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