Hotel Street Poem by John Bliven Morin

Hotel Street



Sailor friends
A girl in bed
Offering both to satisfy
One likes ends
The other, head
And she agrees to try

A few sucks
A little tongue
A shudder here, sigh there apace
A few bucks
A sore bung
A little s-n on her face.

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John Bliven Morin

John Bliven Morin

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