By Just L
Date: 2015 Jan 31
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Spilling Over

I am so full of promise
I can barely contain myself
Let me spill all over
A warm, small pool
Sufficient for laps
Of your tongue
A bouquet of whiskey
Or aged grapes
A trickling stream
Afore a cascading fall
On you
Beneath me

Just L
January 30, 2015