Limited Handcuffed to a limit I never agreed with Narrow view Of a specific group I don't know Bought And sold to a man with no soul I can't stand Nor can I sit by, Running to a crowded exit All your X's and O's mean nothing Now that you've boxed me in.
She was at a bar alone. Guy approaches and says he can get her in bed with just one kiss. Will she humor him? Or … Just One Kiss pick it up, you know you want to.
C. Stuart Lewis creates poems with feeling, intelligence and sex appeal. His short stories and books focus on characters that feel real in real world situations. Originally from the United States he now resides in Ontario, Canada. Check out his webpage at TheAuthorStew.ca
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