Wet Panties Poem by James McLain

James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By

Wet Panties

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It is not the slowness
which measures those all of different speeds
which I write on you.
Do you at first glance leave on the front and back
under yellow rain down, your condition.
Like your panties and in my secret on which
everything inside that includes, that it is wet in Oder,
therefore as for me,
those of which I can look at the eye of the eye excessively
and that word of the page is needed the secret place
where the eye is exact and it is urgent,
it is that it is sunny good.
We do the cord/note of the poem from your heart,
or the cord/code do me excessively,
but that it is scrubbed
and my surface which is written on the whole.
Underneath,
all the underclothes wet panties and the bra both cups full
conceivably hide the undergrowth, it's milk and thistle.
'Oh' daddy, come help me look,
because i think i feel their are more secrets in my panties.
Thinking this, I think that the slow cows make more milk.

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James McLain

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From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By
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