The Other Finger
J
James McLain
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the finger
being run to the top of its moons opening taps
and taps beating palpitation
my lingum writes its slow soft major crushing
brutal faster of yoni and before I move
my hands with his size to draw and push
and raise his body because
I push it until it moves like bud too open.
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