Remenisience (Cinquain) Poem by ray Schreiber

Remenisience (Cinquain)



I miss

slipping my hand

down the back of your pants

and then we'd have sex anywhere

but there

Friday, February 10, 2012
Topic(s) of this poem: sex
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ray Schreiber

ray Schreiber

Mechanicsburg, Pennsylvania USA
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