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John Forbes wrote this poem in the early 1980's and gave it to Carl Harrison-Ford. Carl decided it was time the poem saw the light of day...so here it is:
Her charms were champagne to my lips,
The taste was a delight.
My hands were anchored on her hips,
I gave her breasts a bite.
My breath was hot and burned her hair,
We kissed like lovers may.
Her panties didn't have a prayer,
The sin was where we lay.
Our legs were wild and strong as rope,
As we climbed to the top.
We slipped into the bath like soap,
Yet passion did not stop.
The water tickled down our skin,
As we smiled and…
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