Wednesday 24 August 2011

Mistress sleeps like an ivory toothpick!!

The mattress tickles
brown; and smells
sighs-

a rose
relinquishes
its famous scent for you; no

NO-
the whole night long
i lose you to dogs;

duty's whistle
sound like jazz;
poor me!

moaning-
lies gap...
why has my shyness returned--!



 








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