Watt Her
with doser in hand
walking the land
scape waiting
for a sign
that my
rod may tug
like a fishing
line letting
the bobber
sign
what i've tried
to find i've
found
under
this
mound that
is damp to
touch and
smells of
musk
surely the
search of
what i
came
to
find is now
within my
grasp or
at least
a lick
fluid flowing
as my tongue
digs deeper
into what
this is
i simply
end with
a french
kiss
Copyright © Jeff Connelly | Year Posted 2020
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