You Is Mine Wino Versed Poem by Cigar Aficionado

You Is Mine Wino Versed



Bottle hold folds gone finger
triggers noise yard lost dog
curtain pushed aside amaze
womens lushed bottles ride
flashed mawe gullet pitted is
ripeness ripped veins do burst
gurgles fluid bubble last mask
softly motions grip you slide into.

Thursday, April 16, 2009
Topic(s) of this poem: dog
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Cigar Aficionado

Cigar Aficionado

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