James McLain Poems

You were stretching
when I heard wild flowers.
I said you were gorgeous.
Touching my arm in that bikini.
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I have three complicated vibrators.
I keep in the shoe box under the bed.
Before even more recently I have thought.
That one or the other of my beautiful daughters.
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Coming in from the darkness you step forward to me.
You are the victim
and grabbed I am by you from behind.
Covering your eyes so you cannot come.
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At the center of my poets head
in addition to being called
by she whom I know that she is.
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Approached through the bushes
under the moon.
She struggles against the tree.
Smooth it feels of latex.
Nothing but a shadow is seen.
Lips come apart.
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If I again ride or come nigh.
Leisurely paced,
and thrust into now.
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Many days and days to many.
Think all those leaves I blew.
You scattering,
and hanging moss those others.
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Sometimes it’s not always about treasure.
Sometimes it's a part of a much larger service.
Rather sometimes a large service,
is a prerequisite to each a good party.
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Queen I have appointed under you.
Queen to all but one, none other.
Queen to you,
I have never discharged, duties higher.
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Why do some boys wear Boxers,
and girls wear panties under dresses?
I asked Father Wilkins.
Because!
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