川柳 · 338

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She sits between me and my breakfast. She wears a knee-length T-Shirt and her legs are bare. I don’t know what undies she’s wearing. They might be white, pink or yellow. I can feel them and her, against my crotch. She’s sitting in my lap, her leg straddling mine.

Hungry? she asks.
I was.
You’re not anymore?
I don’t know what I’m hungry for.
That’s different.

She grinds her pussy against the crotch of my dungarees.

Too bad you have to go to work.
Too bad.
A real shame, she says.

She bites my lip, smiles mischievously, seductively rises from my lap and twists my shirt before letting it go.

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all
····day the odor of my lover’s cunt—lap
········dance
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Redbud | February 1 2017

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