green eye'd
.
sweet az the whisper with the scent uv mint
every time she speaks
her's winks and i know it's her hint
that mine tickle iz 'bout to get tweaks
each time stars stutter i think 'bout hern stare
there'z no dude blessed
she removes her blouse and oops "wow" i blare
uv course swiftly from mine plans i digressed
az the ghost her digits and lips mine strokes
ohhh this time 'twuz i whose head back did tilt
at ourn usual i'd be cracking jokes
this time hern came to cauze mine wilt
her pretty green eyne and sweet breath's kiss
caused mine sparkle and hiss
Copyright © James Peranteau | Year Posted 2024
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