I, When Just A Little, Watermellon Poem by James McLain

James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By

I, When Just A Little, Watermellon



You trace my vine upon you......ripe..
grasping fullness in hefty weight....
bursting seeds desire release..swollow..me.
to plant...labored full red meat...gushes
running from your mouth.....
tongue tip licking lip..pink.....
returning again and again..always ready..never gone

Saturday, April 11, 2009
Topic(s) of this poem: pink,running
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James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By
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