Thought-Circle - Poem by Melissa Coventry
It brings amusement to me,
When asked how I spent my day?
At school? Oh of course,
But my mind wasn’t on biology,
Or the physics behind a rocket…
No my thoughts are more erotic,
My desire to explore you, (With fingers and with toes)
And kiss down your chest, as if godly chiseled by Michelangelo…
And envelope you in my mouth.
But as always, despite our ill-frequent chats,
My mind is chained back to text theory,
But that can’t stop the night coming…
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