Cheerleader Poem by James McLain

The cheerleader, i hold up to the sky
molded by my hands exposed.
She who is mine, do i shave,
and with trust is familiar, she with it, i do.
Camera our phone, square cut different
beards and mustaches, laughingly.
We are making because of the feelings
are different, peacocks where the bush, we grew, knew.
To kiss a brassiere that of the push up, it rises and falls
like each sigh deep her breath, where the nipple.
Exposed has been attached to his lips,
looks through each eye at the sun' It gives; Special Sunrise'
It was sealed, afresh milky. As for cotton, satin and the silk it is, …
Because race/lace central line a nose is maintained, quickly.
Those where, those whom did,
which were opened premarital, thus are securely.
And grasps at all, the weight of her/his which is, her opinion.
Obtained because of a little kiss, his order to hide under the rag.
When the panties, like she coughs, a liking, for the sake of it can.
The wishing of it.
The waiting of it.
The wanting of it, ' Is As for the 'O'h it is '…That is convenient! .
Wrapped inside all around,
secure and safe, not a sound, looking up, from the palm of my hand.