Flesh 'pon flesh
.
'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
Copyright © James Peranteau | Year Posted 2024
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