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Poetry |
monkey sex is what i wanted when i saw you in the driveway unshaven 4 day vegas face wanted to swing from you needed that prickly stubble face between my legs tongue diving oozing fruit swilling liquid swells lapping buried face deep head back forth slow head circles head inside one liquid fell swoop my breath away shudder crave plunge need now after touch after touch shivers give me more again AM Monkey Sex back to your front this morning listening to breathing intermittent almost sleep from you I wait whetting self direct route brain to swelling folds I listen breath changes feel you awake against ass it gets full hard fast I take you in before you wake intuitive floating in bed of us half sleep dream fucking wettest fuck of all |
Lynne Douglass is a West Virginia native currently residing in the Southern California desert. She writes, paints, takes photos and had been published before... blah blah blah. |
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