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Keenan Felder
Poems
Feb 2012
The Fair
She always says she needs more of me
I always say I cant get enough of her
Tangling her fingers in my hair she whispers ,”Are you staying”
I whisper back in her ear ,”Are we playing”
After a subtle chuckle she dresses her kisses across my neck like the chain I wear
She grips tight and slow moans at the thought of me crossing her border like I brought a green card
And im like ,”Put yo throat on it baby so I know you real”
She like, “Shut up daddy I hold it down now enjoy my skill”
Lights off and no wildlife but she soaring eagle
I didnt ask her any questions but her head nodding yes i know how to please you
I see im the type to understand that fair is fair, but this is no fair… Ima sore loser
So i leave from her verbatim
Legs i quickly place them… around my head
Her back against the wall as I wear her like a crown
Or rather a drinking hat the way juices flow past my tongue
Clinching convulsions got me gasping for air
Sayings of my name ricocheting off the walls
Ah yes, fair is now fair but im about to win it all…..
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Keenan Felder
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