Is It Poetry
Moon Is To Full, So I Go - Poem by Is It Poetry
Licking the face of a bad girls moon.
If it is flirty that is even,
chocolate and vanilla one or the other both is better.
I can not think of anything that could be more exotic.
Pushing one's tongue deep into the moon.
Lifting and tasting and pulling out round purple pearls.
Most girls would deny it inside where they love it.
And the more taboo it is,
the more they look out the window at the sea.
The fishwife on a clear rainy day.
Thinks to offer this opportunity only once,
when you smile.
Some one is waiting for that day,
when she uses him as her poem goes a personal toliet.
That will be so what I am not, but she is to hot.
The moon is to full, so I go.
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