The Chocolate Hole Poem by James McLain

James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By

The Chocolate Hole



Playing in the rain not far from home.
Walking back and forth streached down beneath.
The taste of mud runs down my ruddy face.
The tightening of her marbled buttocks.
Leaves me gasping out for breath.
The chocolate hole, pulls me in up to my hips.

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James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By
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