We were like emeralds floating
in the flesh
of her ripe face.
Even so
was personality.
Allowing us
to undress
her drift.
Good-day!
Out had caught up with us.
A vacuum gurgle
like Jello
through a straw.
We waved lemon's lime
to the jam in her
stretched-strong arms.
We were the droplets
letting on aluminum.
Slinking down her
Mountain Dew.
We eddied C O 2
with a horny repetition.
We were like the whipped
spewing out her cream
broad nose.
She drew us
legs
We were the chaise
of her lounging
plush tongue.
Sent from my corn flakes
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