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Sonnet To Axilla
by Paul
04 Sep 2001
Arm Pits Just For Fun--Jokes/Poems
Sonnet to Axilla
Oh dewey depth, where pecs and lats conspire,
converge to form a hallowed hollow
A grotto gracious Nature would bestow,
where it's its wont to glow and to perspire,
To intoxicate and then inspire.
In damp confinement tangled gardens grow
With vines and bushes no botanies know
A hidden jungle temple of desire
Each Paradise with opened gates invites
Behold the juncture's treasured pearls and scent!
For now in heady rapture lost a while
A poet in a thousand nights delights.
A little longer please, time to ferment!
Ah Axilla, your virtues so beguile
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Sonnet To Axilla
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