Tuesday, 25 February 2014

QUENCH

When she takes what's hers,
And she demands your attention,
Push down hard on her hips,
And thrust fast with affection,
Be hard but be fair,
Lick each and every finger first,
Drip and dive if you have to,
Feed, satisfy, quench her thirst.

"Quench"
By Bob George ©
Life & Poetry 2014



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