'Bout Spring's touch
.
'Bout mine slide
mine dukes and their
excited digits
'Bout mine lips
Their
prey
push
play
'Bout
The sound uv her speak
when Spring breeze scurries
'long her back whilst top
mine
put
Copyright © James Peranteau | Year Posted 2024
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