Monday, August 20, 2012

No Prompt Poetry.....




A breathless whisper...
Lust slit eyes, the crimson pout.
Time for a new car!!!

11 comments:

  1. See, now I don't understand yours. Poetry is just like that. Or maybe men.

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  2. I think this is one for my son. He used to trade vehicles so often I had to have the insurance company on speed dial just to keep up.

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  3. or maybe just a check under the hood to rev the engine....

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  4. I DID just get a new vehicle... but I didn't resort to such tactics... at least not with the salesman! ;P

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  5. Soon I hope but only if you're made up like that.

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  6. Mark, I'm more of a light magenta lipstick guy!!

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  7. Is that what a gal has to do to get a good deal? ;)

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  8. hahaha!! i only get that way when looking at motorcycles!

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  9. God! i would love to disappoint her for 10 minutes.

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