To Be Mooned
What a wonderful time it is...
Wth you at this hour.
To be mooned.
And gaze upon the stars.
As we lay on sand.
And underneath warm blankets.
Wishing to sip quickly...
On a glass of wine you get.
So I can again admire the placement of that 'zit'.
On your round and muscular,
Tight and luscious ass.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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