I trudge
not fly
through time
But how is my day
supposed to go
when the thought of you
is a flow of pornography
in my mind
Every little naughty dream
I didn't dare to think
I share with you
as easily as ice cream and French Rolls
Only
we melt the chocolate
and our cream is warm
March 6, 2021
Magnetic Poetry pull: But, Flow, How, In, Pornography, Trudge.
Image tattoo couple embracing of unknown origin, used without permission, with no credit taken, no profit made, and no offense intended.
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