Mine Last Hurrah
.
Woe is the me
if I without supplication
inflict mine want
Such hern easy lift
she is the petite figure
of
mine last hurrah
No petty kiss from
this secrete self
‘pon her thankful breast
only gasp as her press
found hern goal
I was smitten by her sudor
Like hot oil
hern did glaze the me
and I without the wavering
forgot
mine last hurrah
Copyright © James Peranteau | Year Posted 2015
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