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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