Sunday, October 20, 2013

little plumper

how I loved thee

with your full fresh flesh

your breasts like watermelons

succulent and sweet

it looked for a minute you'd found

your first mister...but you ran away

to your abiding sister and there you'll stay

sweet succulent lesbo

frightened by a switch-hitter...

who (if truth be known) lied

through his teeth like he did

with other loves...just to taste

that sweet flesh and forget for a moment he was done...

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