sshh, it’s a sex poem

tongue in my mouth that isn’t mine, speak me there with unworded love,

say what you think of me silent, with your lips pressed on my body

say what you think of me, with your mouth full of my flesh

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Jessica

We know little of your character.

When we hear your name we think tits and red hair and red lips like pillows.

Shiny coke can brilliance of your dress and the S shape that lies beneath.

Purple lids frame cartoon eyes and cartoon person looks out to see nothing and strains to portray your cartoon womanhood.