Pale Lips - Poem by James McLain
and the last time it came on my panty bottom
face when it was
I know what that feeling feels the boxer boys
with that downwards on their cheek to do
extracting the thing with the hour long question
and answer you would do this which and l' other l'
to encourage making it worse than him east.
Im it to think of her can you
imagine feel it
claim for lt' to like just' with this of' it comes
and finish-then it in addition to me in any event
and it returns to your pale lips…
this old boy lans and leaks ' Oh' said;
a dropp even if it reached in you all after 'you' tested with green
gnarly red knobbed
but you were'nt afraid of' it could break
and to obtain upwards lost in me some share piece you'
they in the past took something downwards
except ed' a woman all underneath which comes from him
is a thing of beauty and joy forever something musky'
it left a certain absurd glance to' it n' had
always with me 4 and 5 times per day sometimes
and me indicated
the hadn't, I be you face sticky O yes that 'it' said:
that I am completely sure a way in which lt' closed; it
knew what came after
only normal weakness it was it has excited that until…
and it made it you more.
gliding wicked hands and in sleep to awaken it too.
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