Gar-Lick
The witching hour draws near
(whatever that implies)
Your breath reeks of stale beer
I cringe when you ask me for a kiss
(from my virgin lips?!)
~ First take a lick of this… *
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*Of course, you already referred back
to the title, didn't you? You didn't need
my little reminder. (Heh-heh).
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2024
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