Julie

Sherbet dab cheeks with cherry red lips,
Curly Liquorice pubic’s lolly sucking fingers,
Hips with handlebar grips,
The thought of Julie’s welcome,
Still lingers,
Waking at three, on bended knee,
Untying the knots to set me free,
A night with Julie is the place to be.



Poetry by JohnJohn
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Written on 2023-03-10 at 17:18

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josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
AHH sweet memories! And they become more pleasant with each recall. Well done!
2023-03-11


D G Moody
This was a delight; more than a hint of a walk on the wild side!
2023-03-10