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XOXOTequila was flowing Alright. We were making out like teens. Dust off your baby-maker tonight. Kindle the wildfires by any means. No need for the road map downtown. Kisses working their way down. A sign says trespassers will be shot. The other side reads slippery when wet. Temperatures rise, it's getting hot. Shadows and moans in dimmed candlelight. Holding my head you say, don't stop. Like the hardwood floors, and still pretty tight. You told me on a dare. Opened was the flood gate. Slap you ass and pull your hair. Heaven Can wait. Give you A dozen roses. You say you want more O's. You got triple X's but you want more O's. Happy Valentine's Richard Orszulak Feb 13th, 2022 Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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