hirsute lips
.
'twere walk'n
with'er
de la mano
and everyone were
watch'n
az her lovely
reach'd up
latch'n unto
mine face'z mane
wit hern clip'd
way back mitt's digits
to plant hern
thick
hot
lips
where
but mine
Copyright © James Peranteau | Year Posted 2025
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