Linger Poem by Airik Angles

Linger



I close my eye's,
And I still see,
You laying there in the nude.

I look you up,
I look you down,
I stare at you like you're food.

I climb on top,
And push you around,
For I'm not one to linger.

And there in your butt,
I will tell you this,
It's not my middle finger

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I'm just trying to be funny here. I hope nobody takes offense.
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Airik Angles

Airik Angles

Akron, Ohio
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