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Forbidden cricket song

Stephen M. James — Mon, 30 Nov -0001 00:00:00 +0000

hills of grassy fields without mowing,
resonate a gushing spring worth welling,
your hairy shanks tonight slide
against me, hidden by cuff of jean,
vegetation’s swelling I know
mother nature’s maestro
no feline stomach could play
poetry scraping me to sleep.

Of cricket-song

Stephen M. James — Mon, 30 Nov -0001 00:00:00 +0000

I saw your leg hair tonight
and it turned me on;
I thought of the intimate beauty
we will have–how it will go on and on
no matter what they prescribe
oh–the sound of them scraping
more beautiful than a summer
of cricket-song.