Monday, 3 July 2017

Sup What Is Up

Don't you want to take a hold
Of what I have to unfold,
As I am told that I am bold.

Sneak a peek under my sheet
And bleat what I keep and reap
The heat of what I seep.

I cry over you; feeling blue
Is faithfully being true
Of my feelings to renew.

I am prone at my ample home
To feeling rejected and alone -
Why don't you phone.

I remember our fun and laughter,
Of sharing our being together
Which will last for my forever.

I will pull out with pout lips,
And tongue drip you in sips,
A kiss in bliss in-between your hips.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 03/07/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

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