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The view from here
by Jolie JordanHe laughs when I tell him that I don't like to be touched
because he knows
that I know
that he knows
how I like to be fucked.
I just look at him,
and think of his stubbled cheeks
in between my pink thighs
as my knuckles turn as white
as the bed sheets clutched between them. 02/24/2008 Posted on 02/25/2008
Copyright © 2025 Jolie Jordan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by D. Xavier Bari on 02/29/08 at 08:37 AM Funny thing. I read this and thought, "gee, this really should be marked explicit," and then of course I click back and there it is plain as day. Tired me... |
| Posted by Steven Kenworthy on 03/01/08 at 09:17 PM honesty is the best policy. policy is its own thing. |
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