Ode to a Wet OneA Poem by J. B.
Oh moist and fresh, wet towelette
your lovely scent upon my brown eye. many times my puckered rump and thee hath met Oh long live the lovely, wet towelette When deeds are done on porcelain throne squeezed with ease or pushed with force (though natural flow is what I endorse) Oh nay be better cleanse that I've felt yet than when I use mine wet towelette. Some people laugh, chuckling with jest; they just don't know, or care to test, (or care to wipe with product best). They'll never know the cleansing touch or freshened scent I love so much. The cleanest freckle one could get I love thee, oh, my wet towelette. © 2018 J. B.Featured Review
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Added on March 2, 2018Last Updated on March 2, 2018 AuthorJ. B.NYC, NYAboutFeminist Anti-Trump MMA instructor Musician/Composer Activist USMC veteran Intellectual Kink and sex-positive advocate more..Writing
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