3 Qs
Have you seen her face, Tina?
The clear clouds in her eyes, small
Parting their lids, not without effort
Soft, exquisite, compelling and true;
Somewhat black, somewhat brown,
Marbles with liquid interior;
A kitten craving to be pampered.
Have you felt her skin; Tina?
Chocolate, beaten, tamed laced in milk
Your hand gliding to her smoothness,
Your lips painted in the softness, the
Warmth of her spine, pores open and close,
Curves on her hips…
The world is but pain, her body is but grace.
Have you kissed her lips; Tina?
Allowed the transport to another world,
Red, juicy, horny if I must say.
Cherry and berry hide your face
What I taste got not a name, you’ll know
What I mean when my feet touch the ground.
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