This poem was inspired by Chanel’s twitter background of Madonna.
Photo taken by Martin Schreiber
Pet the Pussy by Jemar Souza
She sits before me topless,
Petting her pussy,
With every stroke poking
Urge to the edge.
My stares, at her breasts.
So perfect, they are.
But glances dance below,
Composure hangs by a thread.
Impulse, push.
Chivalry,
Dead to me.
Let’s make a memory.
I just need a touch…
As she’s petting her pussy,
Am I asking for much?
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Previously: Squint
