nguyen1021

little pig does poetry
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2002-12-11 06:32:13 (UTC)

Feeling Dirty


the water slithers
down my sweaty curves
as I furiously soap my head,
the spot she kissed
with her bubbly, rose lips,
where she fondled
and tickled
with her creamy, noodle fingers
(and only for a single Grant).
I try to drown
the images of her mouth
(glistening with sweat,
burning with saliva),
but in the short half hour,
she imprinted herself
in my mind
flesh
bone.


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