James McLain Poems

I have eaten many earthworms making dirt.
Mother of all days and other days as Mother.
Savant crossing over streams,
to which was whispered did I hear, Resurgam.
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From this point forward it was all a blur.
She was like a two armed, 'octopus.
My senses were overwhelmed.
Was I even in the same room at this point?
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I thought she was gone.
Insanity..
The judges ruled it long ago..
They gave insanity all that it
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It flutters in accross on top of your fingers.
Yet you knew it, they are it's breath it's wings.
Tirelessly they beat against you, your buff
moans within it's wind as it shakes it.
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Red Lips, are one plan
and the fires they light
burn too hot..Pink lips,
cause me too shiver.
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Between the line of mouth
on her such lips desire
with sweet designs
a chance to feel soft loves tender kiss
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The prostate gland plays a major role both in a males reproductive capacity and his ability to enjoy making you.
Little wonder then that this organ has been called the
little walnut or the,
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Its wild side,
My love could never explain it.
Running deeply of the core.
Thinking of more,
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When we two separated in silence and my tears, ignored.
Wye; and when you left me off for wine and other grapes.
Hasten sour now, brown shriveled vines my sun, avoids.
The medium thus once green with clover, fallow 'dear' it waned.
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little d' dark angel with pleasing eyes
when it comes time to touch the sky
i won't burn of it and
i won't catch flame of it around it.
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