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HER TITS AND MOUND
Her tits and mound
framed his head round
as he kissed on
her tum button.
He sipped the wine
that by design
she'd poured within
its naked skin.
Eight months from hump,
tum would be bump,
impregnated
when thirst sated.
framed his head round
as he kissed on
her tum button.
He sipped the wine
that by design
she'd poured within
its naked skin.
Eight months from hump,
tum would be bump,
impregnated
when thirst sated.
Published 12th Dec 2021
Author's Note
The first line was the poetry prompt, led me to imagine what it would lead to....
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14th Dec 2021 5:23am
I will always say it is beautiful when true love leads to the creation of life, I like this musing my wise poet
