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Pulled Pork
smell of pork wafting
from the hot oven, prepared
we laze - hungover
after a night of drinking
and carnal lust and snogging.
kissing each other
in the process, the flicker
we both scramble for
your thunder thighs, in spandex
against my semi-hard phallus.
undecided if
it wants to rise or still bow
to hard whiskey dick
we hold each other comfy
and the pulled pork is ready!
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Renga style poem.
Combining food and sexuality, as many of my pieces do.
from the hot oven, prepared
we laze - hungover
after a night of drinking
and carnal lust and snogging.
kissing each other
in the process, the flicker
we both scramble for
your thunder thighs, in spandex
against my semi-hard phallus.
undecided if
it wants to rise or still bow
to hard whiskey dick
we hold each other comfy
and the pulled pork is ready!
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Renga style poem.
Combining food and sexuality, as many of my pieces do.
Published 29th Jan 2018
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