Play With Me Poem by Lyndsey Grant

Play With Me



Who do you go to
When it's cold?
Flannel sheets
Double bed
Single heart
I play with his thoughts
An orgy of wet minds
Slick as day dreams
Sing to me
Soft
In my ear
I long to hear your voice
Purring
Raspy
Nicotine filled puffs of pleasure
Play with me......

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