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Mortals at Play
by Max Bouilletjostled, drenched, all ajar with lust;
creamed and juicy with lip dipped musk
tempestuous stance of licks well placed;
placid and jellied from a damn good taste
the last little ripple has yet to reach shore...
so spent and quivering she lay on the floor,
bucking and arching in shameless display
of passion incarnate and mortals at play. 08/06/2003 Posted on 08/06/2003
Copyright © 2024 Max Bouillet
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Ginette T Belle on 08/06/03 at 04:09 PM aflame with potent imagery...well done |
| Posted by Anne Engelen on 08/07/03 at 05:30 AM Wow...hot hot hot!! I love the rhyme and flow of this one. It works well:) |
| Posted by Patricia J Reed on 08/24/03 at 12:36 AM i love the rythym and word play in this
-patti |
| Posted by Michele Schottelkorb on 08/24/03 at 08:47 AM awesome... that's all i can say ::grin::... blessings... |
| Posted by Leslie Ann Eisenberg on 12/29/03 at 04:19 AM lip dipped musk...yowsa. hot stuff |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 12/31/03 at 12:25 PM if they ever make a film short of this, the book or in this case poem, will always be better. |
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