The Kisser Poem by Calvin Bland

The Kisser



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
unsecure...the first
pleasure again and again
that's a real kiss.

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Calvin Bland

Calvin Bland

Chicago, Illinois, USA
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