Pleasure Boat
J
James McLain
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Flying down the ramp you came on board
You and I alone
yes, trapped.
Laughing with the grin you have nothing
more
wanting to explore
we do.
Yams of candy sweet and pure mine
to handle as I would
and do.
Inside honey glazed the roll was made
dripping with butter
gravy sore.
Noticed cream was flowing south mouth
was spoon caught in
your trap.
Gone our minds from fruity wine lust of
food played out
just well.
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