when i die, may i be reborn as a rosewood tree
and be made into a fine set of drawers
that you’ll place inside your bedroom
a silent sentinel, i will safeguard your sleep
and i’ll keep your naughty secrets locked in me
sniffing your tiny pink panties with the unicorns
by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2022
unbolt me 
I confess – would sniff the pink unicorn panties too… 😆
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Well, they’re enticing, aren’t they? So, I completely understand! 😆
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😁💜
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Sniffing panties 😂😂😂. That’s naughty
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Aw, but it’s sniffing panties done romantically! 🤣🙄
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😂 😂 Your poem doesn’t support “romantic”
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🤣🤣🤣
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😅😅
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😆😆
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What a coincidence as I was just looking to buy the book “a secret life of trees”, and you actually could be right with your insights into furniture and their proclivities. You made me think and then laugh my head off at the possibilities. Thank you so much. ❤❤❤
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Hee hee. Yup, you can’t trust that furniture! You never know where its head is at! 😆
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