We roll around in filthy fun
Sex, emotions, insatiable lust
Dirty stuff staining our skin
Coating lips and throat
Bodies reeking of it
The fragrance of mutual exchange
Won’t leave this spot
Until we’ve soaked it all up
The best of our mess
The brunt of our desire
Slacked in powerful waves
That ruin more than just the bed
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This reminded me of your voice when I started reading – remember…Kyle saying he would wank to your toes in flip flops. That thought always cracks me up. Kyle….miss him much! xo, Jayne
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Aw, yea. He was fun. I’m sure he’s around somewhere
I like!
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Lots of poetry coming from me lately.
Correction, that is the Best Kind of Messy. Lol. Thanks for sharing.
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You’re welcome!
Good kind of messy, indeed! 😛
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Indeed!
This sounds delicious. 🙂
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Doesn’t it? Absolutely delicious.
Such a pretty mess…. Was that Prince…..Vanity… I think 80’s… LOL! Great Poem..
LK
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Lol. Thanks.