by Chris Sorrenti
cried Citizen Kane on his deathbed
and bet I know why!!...
Nothin’ better than
massagin’ that little man in the boat
every which way I can
makin’ him ride the bucking bronco
beneath the lollipop lick
deep as my taster’ll go
that most feminine of curves
whether bushed or clean shaven
for maximum caress
As dear ol’ mom used to say
and can imagine how she knew why!...
Bee healthy boy – eat your honey!!
and wash that face at least once a day!!!
Revised © 2015
360 hits as of December 2019
Posted on 01/18/2016
Copyright © 2019 Chris Sorrenti
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 01/19/16 at 06:11 PM|
My, my, but this one does let the imagination go and go and go. Thanks for the vim in this one, Chris!
|Posted by Laura Doom on 01/19/16 at 08:26 PM|
Rosebud obviously developed hips designed to envelop seed...