Fluidity Poem by William Jackson
Fluidity
Yellow green apples
Your breasts like pendulums
Crunchy, sweet, crisp
Supple, swaying, & perky.
I like to eat them
As much as I like to commingle you with me
In the summertime beneath the tree itself
From underneath the delightful swell of your buttocks
The delicious ripe fruit
Penetrating your fecundity, teeming with possibility.
Wooooooooooooooosh! ...Hot Ink from scorching pen....Cold shower time? Artistically graphic creativity in full efflorescence...Solid Quilling, 'ole friend. Happy Belated Thanksgiving, Bill! FjR
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5/5/2024 10:32:11 AM # 1.0.0.1119
I love the transparency and the sexiness of this writes.Very amusing till my saliva drops.Nice works william.