The Kisser - Poem by Calvin Bland
Fantasies of it
jealous by the thought...
when, can't wait much longer.
Trying to understand
how and why...no one has
the mental and physical sexuality.
What to give...that emotional state
some prefer the long...ok, short
yet, who's turn is it?
Puberty last wetness no-more
pleasure again and again
that's a real kiss.
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