I’m Going to Get a Broom Handle

I miss your face and how I touched it,
I miss your lips and deep brown eyes,
I miss your legs from when you’re naked,
I miss your ass when clothed in pants,
I miss your hair, all black and pretty,
My hair is black and pretty, too:
Well, it’s your hair, but I have it,
And if you take one step closer to me,
It’s all going in the garbage disposal.
We’ll see who’s hair is pretty then.

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You test me and test me,
And tease me with kisses:
Butterfly kisses: eyelashes a-fluttering,
Eskimo kisses: chapped nose, rubbing chapped nose,
Chaste kisses: lips dry and unappealing,
And Sensual kisses: moist and inviting,
Slick and arousing, I love holding
Your face and rubbing tongues
As we press together our
Small fleshy pillows, your lips
Taste like your dinner, I ate
Myself out tonight, so that’s why
I already taste like quim.

Your thighs are smooth,
Like processed cream,
Your skin is pale and fair,
You’re in the bathtub,
Under suds,
You’re washing pits and hair,
Your fingers drift,
(as fingers do),
To fiddle with your folds,
Your lips, they part,
Your eyes, they close,
Your breaths turn quick,
And you explore your cove,
What treasures lie up deep inside?
Your web cam doesn’t show,
You moan so much,
You’re splashing now,
There’s just one thing I know:
There’s nothing cooler than the Internet,
Except maybe robots.
Or pussy.
Pussy’s pretty awesome.

Laying beside you,
My hands wander languidly,
As lazily, you kiss me,
Lips locking idly,
Neither moves much,
And my eyes search the darkened ceiling
For textures I’m not even sure are there,
But this ice sure is cold,
And you’re shivering noticeably now,
So let’s get out of the tub and rush to the bedroom,
And fuck until we’re warm.