Wednesday, April 16, 2008

Facing You

My lips are dry
How long do I
Have to wait to moisten them
On your lips?
Between your sips
Of beer
Come here
Let me sit on your lap
Facing you
Straddling you
So close I can smell
Your lingering fragrance
And I can tell
You yearn for romance
And a chance
To find out
If I'm wearing a bra
Or not
You think I'll tell you?
I think not!

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