A Love Poem
How do I love thee, but maybe the censors are listening
Waiting to pounce, muzzle me, that's when I start bristling
My love is like a volcano
Waiting to erupt in a halo
Of kisses and slobbers and naughtiness wiggling
Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2018
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