Sordid Language

Sordid Language

A Poem by BlueZan

Playing with you,

you luscious, delicious, gorgeous

boy, you.

 

Sordid language crushes her tongue

from behind her lips,

in her throat.

 

She watches you moan

from below your waist,

hands in her hair.

 

Making love to you

with her lips,

crushing her tongue with your sordid

language

© 2013 BlueZan


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Added on September 15, 2013
Last Updated on September 16, 2013

Author

BlueZan
BlueZan

Springfield, MO



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I hoard words. Yours and mine. more..

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A Poem by BlueZan