hue

Thoughts of a fierce
stuffing between
my legs

dull throb
leads to wanton ache
that
drips
down
my
thigh

my sexuality mixed
with salvia

licked lips
anticipate
a stiff curve

passes slyly
smeard my hue
with pre-cum
lip-gloss

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3 Responses to “hue”
  1. Lip gloss mixed with girl gloss….now there’s a picture to conjure with.

    Another very delectable poem from you, my dear. Keep them coming…and keep coming.

    – PB

  2. Abe's Heart says:

    “a
    stiff curve…”

    Well. That’s one way of putting it.
    I like your poems.

    `x~Abe’s Heart.

  3. max says:

    pre-cum lip gloss. that is sexy.
    and you are, always.

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