Non-Erotic PoetryJiltedHere they are with their stomach acids
At Diane’s Donuts 24/7.
Before the sunrise boulevard crowd,
Barflies and stools are touching each other,
Just like it was at the Stumble Here.
Laura likes the custard ones too
To stick the rummaging tongue in.
Yeah, she knows what she likes and doesn’t
In the neon blond storefront reflection,
Leaving a lip-stained butt behind.
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