English | Spanish | French | German | Portuguese| Italian

erotic poem

o que mim lhe devem
rode-me para baixo pelo prado
se eu morrer, pense somente disto de mim
são idos os três, aquelas irmãs raras
era uma beleza nos dias
faça os meninos e as meninas vão ainda
eu sou uma mulher
eu sou fevered
temos nós nenhum shame?
nós não éramos muitos

 



Poetry news via Google, MSN, and Yahoo!

  • He brought a unique touch to the Sinhala silver screen - Sri Lanka Sunday Times
  • Chipper Jones homers in Braves' 7-4 win over Florida - CBS Sportsline
  • Pope Calls Irish Monk a Father of Europe - Zenit News Agency
  • College of Lake County Notes (Lake County Journals)
  • Ilyas Malayev, 72, Uzbek musician and poet - Atlanta Journal Constitution
  • James Reaney, 81 (The Globe and Mail)
  • Q&A with Westmoore grad and Olypmic hopeful David Plummer (The Oklahoman)
  • Jessica Alba scores herself a husband; Kristi Yamaguchi scores herself ... - Cleveland Plain Dealer
  • Marguerite McGlinn, 63, teacher and writer - Philadelphia Inquirer
  • UTPA readies sixth annual Creative Writing Institute - McAllen Monitor
  • Poetry helps children take early literacy steps - Star-Gazette
  • Near-death experience fuels author's exploration of life - Hampton Roads Daily Press
  • Giving the gift of literature (The Monterey County Herald)
  • Memorial services in QC - Quad City Times
  • New multicultural children's publishing company launches - Cayman Net News
 

Get better Mortgage Rates today and save!

California Mortgage

Poetry | Home | Contact Us | Educational Resources | Vote For This Poem | Visitor Favorites

Summer School Help Beginner Math Physics Primer Chemistry Primer Intro Psychology English Primer
Intro Grammar Beginner Writing American History American Civil War Intro Biology Composition Help


Check out El-Grande Web Directory today!


www.endlesspoetry.com ©Copyright 2004 - 2007 Michael VanDeMar All Rights Reserved