didn't want to end that touch
I lifted once
this geminine
up
oh yessss
mine dukes picked her'z
up
from each uv her tender'z
side
up
until
her slide
down
softening mine dukes
with her powder
soft
tickling yep
mine think
it wuzn't 'bout her powder soft
(the think)
'twuz
her mamma
their puff
I mean
warm taut
flush
mine palms
*"geminine" iz mine portmanteau for,
gem and feminine
Copyright © James Peranteau | Year Posted 2024
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