| Poetry: Lust: American Idyll (1/1) |
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Come harden in my garden Come spill your seeds in me Imagine your woodpecker As he thrusts into my tree. We'll plant some string bean seedlings Some are bush and some are pole Just be sure their stems are nice and stiff 'Fore planting in their hole. The clematis climbs its lattice Ivy winds around the gate My wheelbarrow holds a sparrow Who is humping with its mate. A tree is full of cherries And the lettuce gives me head Now a herb and his rosemary Sleep atop my new raised bed. And I watch from bloom to blossom While the bees and birdies flit Momentarily distracted As you flick and lick my clit. Please come with me to my yard 'n' Kiss me up against the tree Come harden in my garden Come spill your seeds in me. |
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