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Yesterday you were in my mouth, Even I was enjoying ******* you, And you melted between my lips, Hot lips of mine made you drips. On the cusp of love you waited to burst, Heaving your ***** in a heavy workout. Your depth was deeper than I thought, Entering my mouth were all your juices, And I gave you what you always sought, Heavens I visit while eating you, ice cream. Just come on, come and descend, Upon me like a playful fox, Seeming like eternity, Trusting you. Come here, Over here, Magically, Excellently. Tomorrow is unforeseen, On the cusp of uncertainty. Mangoes we deserve after such harsh winters, Eerily quiet is this dead midnight approaching.
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Jan 9, 2017
Jan 9, 2017 at 12:35 PM UTC
Raise A Toast To Yesterday
Yesterday you were in my mouth, Even I was enjoying ******* you, And you melted between my lips, Hot lips of mine made you drips. On the cusp of love you waited to burst, Heaving your ***** in a heavy workout. Your depth was deeper than I thought, Entering my mouth were all your juices, And I gave you what you always sought, Heavens I visit while eating you, ice cream. Just come on, come and descend, Upon me like a playful fox, Seeming like eternity, Trusting you. Come here, Over here, Magically, Excellently. Tomorrow is unforeseen, On the cusp of uncertainty. Mangoes we deserve after such harsh winters, Eerily quiet is this dead midnight approaching.
Another of my special secondary acrostic poems. An unintended concrete poetry of a whisky toast. My HP Poem #1372 ©Atul Kaushal
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35/M/Indian
Jan 9, 2017
Jan 9, 2017 at 12:35 PM UTC
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