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cunnilingus, erotic poetry, fluttered, horny brat, I make drowned boys go blind, poem, single centimeters, sonnet
Now your soul returns. Consciousness seeps in
around the edges. Blink. Look down between
your splayed thighs to watch me watching you. Grin.
Blush a touch. When you said: “Make it obscene.”
When you said: “Are you still my big sister’s?”
I paused, poised over your plump swelling,
measured not in single centimeters
but in intensity, encompassing
everything, nestled soft, held safe by fat
baby phat lips. “I was but now I am yours.”
I’ve changed allegiances like that before.
Once she fluttered awake, too. “Horny brat,”
she called you. “Mine.” Go blind as the world roars
back in you, my lips tongue-smacking your core.
