DOWNTOWN....ER0T1C POEM DESCRPTION BELOW - 46

THEY SAY IM TITE N TASTY MY FLOWER FEELS REAL GOOD! UNIQUE We sit and warm our love starved Our clothing we shall tackle. Buttons fly and cloth ripped to shreads. The pillows are thrown, Sheets pulled from the bed For as you lust after me, my feelings are the same for you.the distance It truly is a fantasy when we are together embraced in FANTASY Tis the end of my little sonet Of love gone wild and bodies sheer abandonment.