The Tip of My Tongue
The streets swell with strangers.
Venting the vague tang of foreign copulation
The open-handed reeking cock
Familiar forlorn flagrant
Pickpocket
Pusher
Peasant
The stranger sits still
Striking a match
Making a fire
Foreign fingers massage the flame
Amassing descretion
Deliberate deception demands desire
Come and cast a new shadow
Vague and vulgar
Vicious in valor
Voluptuous V neck sweater
Cleavage covered confidently
Commiserate and Cum Cum Cum
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