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bratty Little, catawampus, cunnilingus, erotic poetry, Love shall make us a threesome, sisters not sisters, sluiced, sonnet
In the bathroom you lather her snatch-thatch
until the hair hangs, soaked in suds. Mirror
ready. Razor in hand you kiss the scratch
and bruise you’d left. You play rough, big sister.
You break toys and crow when you taste her ass
on my cock face flushed while gagging me right
down your throat. You called her up after class,
told her that she would be spending the night
in your dorm-room. Now amuse me, you tease.
Show her what happens to bratty Littles
who go all catawampus. Shave her smooth.
With her girl-curls sluiced to the floor you squeeze
defleeced flesh letting drawn-out cum-tendrils
tie you to the clit that you suck and soothe.