James McLain

Gold Star - 40,674 Points (1958 - / From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By)

Me Squeezing My Squeezebox - Poem by James McLain

As for you,
my help and I don't understand
being in the tub being bubbled
and foamy
thinking It is terrible so is it necessary;
In order to go somewhere,
you know why and in other things.
While last night I am soaked,
I think of that, which is the white raw materials
where I had firmly squeezed,
and my chest on my right, come coming out,
and as for me those when the left which became aware.
I did the same to the other chest, in addition happened.
Time, I ever since that time
me squeezing my squeezebox
tender chest if or exactly me the nipple,
because it is more precise, that is I inhaled,
it happened, the way if it squeezes,
no exactly small bit comes,
still full in my other hand is appearing the large quantity.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, May 8, 2010

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