butters
High on a Hill
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- Jul 2, 2009
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Never mind fluffed my own pillow,
passed out for eight hours,
garden chores overdose
morning beautiful
what's for breakfast?
look at you
up already
less green, more pink now
spring coursing through your blood
hungers announcing their desires
and you with your hand all sore...
i'll bring you breakfast
flesh tender and melting in your mouth
soft centre breaking creamy on your tongue
and when you've dipped and dipped again
washed down with hot n sweet
i'll dab your lips clean
lick those errant crumbs
miaou