Erotic Picnic
your yummy tummy
is my stable table
holding wandering words
and all the rest, breathlessly
between thighs and hips
and moistened lips
the secrets
no one told us we should keep.
Poetry by NotaDeadPoet
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Written on 2007-01-22 at 20:26
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