Scantily Clad

my sexual drive.. and are we there yet

as natures write her, i vent to the graces of transparent slips
kept not safe from melting in back-when instances
to the very growth of seed, somewhere in it’s nourishment
a personal note into neighborhoods, and the moisture of my dreams
how i ought to play in the snow sometime, my early body not to waste
hardly a touch of female.. why, it’s all in the stroll and waiting where

my ribs poke through my shirt..
i wish to stand outside your chest and see your heartbeat

while the doctors lend their headphones

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i woke up this afternoon from what i suppose you’d start to consider a wet dream.. and so in some place, there was this writing and me venting like a teenager through all the it’s okay. i’ve had a few lines from this with me for a while, and the women are still.. well, here’s to growing young. another five of ten. .. and thank you


kicks, rambling, may again, girls, self, country, sexuality, curves

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