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Saturday, May 9, 2009
burger grooming
yolk-soaked and lapped up
and in
slow
and slick.
each one
groped
by meat-stained teeth;
buffed with
a porked tongue.
wringed lips to fit
a gaped greasy grin.
i remembered it later
in onerous night,
your fingers in my mouth.
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Jules
May 10, 2009 at 6:40 PM
Thank you baby, you are the world to me.
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Thank you baby, you are the world to me.
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