Just Fooling Around, You Hear? .....[ Fantasy; Sex; Inspired By Elena Plotkin's Poem What Binds Your Lips To Mine, (On P H): Short] Poem by Bri Edwards

If we're not bound by magnets, tape, or glue,
it must be our love for each other....is SO true!
Each time your luscious lips and mine meet,
it feels as though someone's turned UP the heat.

My toes curl and much of my blood runs DOWN,
down to 'You-Know-Where', BUT don't you frown,
for I've come prepared with condoms, THREE!
And if they don't work well enough, I'll marry Thee.


(November....9th....2017)