Is It Poetry - Nasty Boy

Watching me boy only my tongue.
Through the sky.
When I cough
does the note in my panties.
Love boy is not love.
You think it is squish-squish.
Both old enough to read.
Being withdrawn fire and the sun.
Deep inside I can stay
red and puffy the rest of the day.
Nasty boy my lips how they shine.
Nasty boy the smell of fruit.
What is it like to have my wind at your back.
Your nasty because of the pink clouds.
When I don't pay attention and bend over
the hole in my panties makes you stand up nasty boy.

Is It Poetry

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