Soixante Neuf(For Janice) Poem by Dónall Dempsey

Soixante Neuf(For Janice)

Rating: 5.0


You fall
heels over head

I kiss
your lips

telling you for the 69th

time
in a minute

that I love you
love you love you

but seeing as how
it is rude

to speak
with one’s mouth full

I drift into the bliss
of kissing your lips

your lips

your lips

your
lips

y o u r

l i p s

l (ip) s

(())

(('))

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Original Unknown Girl 21 August 2008

Ooh la la! The little piccies at the end are even more naughty! What fun for Jan though; -) HG xx

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Dónall Dempsey

Dónall Dempsey

Curragh Camp, Co. Kildare, Eire.
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