The Crow 3 Poem by Leah Ross

The Crow 3



what a swell fellow says the nicest things
when we first met we had a little cat fight
since then we have sealed it with a kiss had make up sex
one could say were in love the way go back & forth
flirt a little even kiss each other our hot heavy breathing
into the night the cat is out of the bag

Saturday, April 1, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: random thoughts
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