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By Marshall R. M. Hann Submitted by Blessed23 Date: 2016 May 26 Comment on this Work [[2016.05.26.05.48.31397]] |
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I pull down your jeans and panties/ you have a hot, sweet taste; you're a perfect sky&we laugh, so please hold me, 'cause that's all any of us want> How shy and sweetly reluctant to spread your legs you were. I almost laugh at the memory now as I open you up to me, for me. Panties down and dress up, lovely, beauty that's somehow separate from the idiocy that circles me incessantly, let the sunlight cover your body as I take you from behind and make your dress into a belt, an afterthought, when your perfect breasts bounce in a blur in the sunlight, naked and there for all the world to envy like me when I have you. I take you here. (The green of the earth keeping your legs rooted to the earth as they shake, as they tremble) so come, come to me. we separate the minute mindlessness from the justice and we cry, we weep. The ground is not deep enough. I'll make you substantial: She's not an "an"Â, so keep that in mind. |