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
Tales From Between the Stacks
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
“a
stiff curve…”
Well. That’s one way of putting it.
I like your poems.
`x~Abe’s Heart.
pre-cum lip gloss. that is sexy.
and you are, always.