James Peranteau Poet Romanticism

Flesh 'pon flesh

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                    'twuz
                   merely
                  ourn lips

                In slow mo'
                 hern pixie
             crept front mine

              Can ya feel me
              that little chill
              goose's bumps
pressing inside 'gainst mine flannel 
                       az
                 hern mitts 
                   SNATCH
     latched mine dome's tresses
                    pulling
                  mine see
        mine hear mine breathe
                  mine lips
                  front hern

           our eyes never shut
              az she presssed
                  her thick
                     moist
                     warm
              flush mine eager

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