"mymouth" poems
curl upon my words lady
your fragile strongness
your
firm and quaking ultimate mouth
(the hottest slash o' pleasure
leakinginto
mymouth
you're)
cheek
a n dcheekbe
tw
ee
n
h
a
n
g
s A strand o' lace
and i dig my
fingers into them
and pry, by naked
furious hands, that
last trace of unnudity
(and i pull you up to my face(your startled perfect sex)a n dd ie,
.
,
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Dec 7, 2011
Dec 7, 2011 at 7:54 PM UTC