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Apr 2019
tis your fate
lick it off a plate
proffered to you
under the table
and between
your knees
(love comes in at
at the eye and
quickly
heads south
you see)
you there, you
with the mouth
pretty please
open wide
and guide a fella
straight inside
(love saves the
day, not yours but
someone's)
anyway
Jennifer Beetz
Written by
Jennifer Beetz  55/F/USA
(55/F/USA)   
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