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PK Wakefield
Poems
Nov 2016
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she tastes like something
inside slick
and red between the legs,
her mouth makes lips
make hips
and i between them
churn thickly
over the cup and hem
hot within bleeding;
my mouth drinks her
lips speakingβ
drinking lips
and mouth, my
fingers drown inside
her; i kiss over fumbling
and she tastes
(and i taste)
inside our mouth:
rust,
.
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