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3 Poems by Lynne Douglass |
Friday impromptu on the patio hadn't planned shin dig little didn't really want the drop ins didn't think the night would ever end thought they would never go playin' all those foreplay games playin' all that Tom and Enya that amaryllis lookin' on with with that double bloom was gettin' me so well... deep well water finally thirst quenched finally dip in slow and slow and slow just tip first in circles tip just tip to tip tickle licky stamen flicks tongue tickle tippy tipsy tickle roll you over plant you in this earth and grind make you moan and writhe i do i do i dew i too start on two end on fours. Mouth Full the words fell out of my shoe and into my mouth round tumble dry cheek prism promises before i spit them back out cement sink secretions phlegm with a melon sugar spin
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