Sam Harty Poet Rhyme

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Kitchen counter

I miss our sex.
So fast
crazy
energetic
lazy
we'd do it
in the 
bed, sure.
but also
on the desk 
the couch
the dryer
in motion
with paddles
scarves
and all 
kinds of 
lotions.

But now 
you're gone 
and I know 
you gotta 
miss it.
Just 
come back 
and tell 
Mama 
where you 
want me 
to kiss it. 

I mean 
really 
are we 
done??
Not even 
one last lick
let's throw 
ourselves 
up against 
the counter 
and see if 
we stick. :p

©SamHarty

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