The Blus Syndrome Poem by Jai K Garg
The Blus Syndrome
A little of you each day brings sweat and nausea,
Once bitten twice shy I lust deeply for you,
But you flow to flout my very existence,
Seduced to quiver I live only for you.
Lips touch and you turn red to blue in primers,
Don't worry it is kinky for first timers,
Gladly I would lick beads of perspiration,
And hold your soul to ransom with perfection.
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8/26/2026 7:47:54 PM # rel_20260826T082754Z_99b456e
‘…Don't worry it is kinky for first timers, …’ Timers = both beau and damsel …may suppose…as without apostrophe Nice imagery on smooch Voted 10+ Ms. Nivedita UK