Non-Erotic Poetryanother spankin gentle morn
with wet dew drippin
possibly the most
bad boy poem
ever smitten
meant to lead to
a list of worst
poems written
but the spank is still
in our nostril
the redness
the blue and black lighting
the laughing at our extreme
to simulate erotic decoration
that was all the time
between our hands
fingers split
along our arms outstretched.
(the tender and soft under side)
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