Sixty-Nine Poem by Eric Elliott

Sixty-Nine

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(this is a poem called ball sack however it was removed the first time I put it on here)

dripping sweat
salty and wet
hanging down
as your tongue moves around
my head tilted down
you s*k on my sack
and I lick your pink crack

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