never sounded so good
as when it tripped out past
your lips

Red clay
never fashioned a form
as full as your breasts filled out
your t-shirt

Pine trees
never graced the sky
as your long legs blessed
your jeans

I want lick your name
off your lips
Get stuck in your clay
from head to hips
Climb your trees from trunk
to tips

Show me your southern

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