Miss Pinkie in for the Kill
Miss Pinkie
had him spread out
upon her bed
an object
to seduce
and adore
his clothes folded
neatly on a chair
hers cast here
and there
upon the floor
there's an art
to seduction
she said
moving in
upon him
her tongue
about to lick
his pecker
he laying there
taking in
the tinted colour
of her greying hair
her eyes
opals of blue
not white
outside the window
the approaching night
and she
came down on him
and was silent
of words
but licked
and sucked
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poem by Terry Collett
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