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Soap Suds

by @kewayne-wadley

She opened my mouth And began to throw all of her Dirty things inside. The collar of her shirt laced With a smirk. She filled my mouth with soap The seat of her jeans between my teeth. Normally she'd walk away But today She sat on top of me My insides swished around & around Thumping & bumbling around. She closed my mouth and sat on my face. A collection of all her dirty things Coming clean Including I, Without need for a change dispenser
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Published
Jan 3, 2020
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#washingmachine#soapsuds#quickie#kewaynewadley#dirty#sensual#poem#poetry#abstract#love
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