Riff On Kelly Seale's After You'Ve Gone - Poem by David McLansky
After you've gone
Did you have to take so long
Why did we have so wake up late?
I search for the smell of you that lingers
I try to taste you on my fingers
My panties still feel wet
I didn't come!
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