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Nekkid
by Phyllis
Sutherland
January 2001
Dear friends, I
feel once more it's time,
to write a nekkid Tommy rhyme.
I've tried hard
but can't forget,
the way he makes my panties sweat.
I find I'm in the mood once more,
to see nekkid Tom at my door.
I need to see his chest hair gleam,
once again feel my hormones scream!
I have this deep
craving to see,
nekkid Tom sprawled on my settee.
Pale skin against the blue velvet,
that long body that I covet.
Turning his head with languid grace,
seeing the lust upon my face.
He knows I'm in
the mood to sin,
with sparkling eyes and evil grin.
Tom says my fantasy must end,
that he can only be a friend.
Wearing the famous Paris smirk,
tells me his vows he cannot shirk.
If he's found
nekkid on my couch,
we'll both be saying more than ouch!
B'Elanna's not the sharing kind,
a new obsession I must find.
To quote B'Elanna, nevermore
will nekkid Tom stand at my door.
Alas my friends, I
find it's time
to end this nekkid Tommy rhyme.
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