Caren Krutsinger Poet I do not know?

Pow Woodtick Pow

Prance across my stomach, with your lightest touch.
Take a big juicy bite out of my boobs, wood tick man.
Sure. Swirl my blood around in your little mean mouth.
Take your time. Enjoy yourself, at my expense. For a second.
Here is the deal. I have sensitive skin, and I will feel you rather quickly.
So I will slather you in Vicks or Vaseline. You will have to pull out to breathe.
And POW! That is when I will smear your bloody corpse into my Kleenex and
Flush you away, delighting me greatly.

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Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart April 30, 2019 at 8:06 AM ;p ugh, TICKS! This was fun :))) xomo Caren Krutsinger April 30, 2019 at 4:07 PM I hate them but they love me. I am so glad I know slathering them with Vicks or Petroleum jelly makes them back their heads out to breathe.