how can I not say it
.
Hern fantastical sip'd
mine veuve
stare'n up
into mine
Her torso'z frame
Tilted
Back
Mine bedroom'z
Wicker
expose'n mine breakfast
in splender
Jehovah God Almighty
Made hern to
Be
pluperfect
to mine whole
imaginez
Copyright © James Peranteau | Year Posted 2024
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