Moist Wet Juicy Lusciousness - Poem by James McLain
juicy though it is
never used, it is never discharged.
Therefore, it is
it is the source of ten thousand moans
love can it be
such whispered moist thoughts
and to it's very depth,
sharpening the edge long I am resolved
that the curve of your wet red lips
in trust I have shared in your thoughts
and, nobody knows
that needs to know about this.
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