Meeting like this.
Bareback Annie lifts her mouth off me, plop, and raises her eyes to mine:
A thin silver spit strand runs from her lower lip to the plush of my head, parts:
Not silk's tensile strength: a bubble, but not morning dew.
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>> posted by John Psmyth
• 8/08/2004 10:06:00 AM
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