Just as I push my tongue
		between your fluffy damp
		southpaw
hopping the spritz
	up galloped the bowlegged gristle
	worked gently into a
lather.

    You ground out the talk of ointment
       watching the charming drift of
manila momentos.
With a fist around my base
your spread cramp signalled to 
replace due to wear.


	Your eyes moved to my chest in
  a genuine mascara chirp that went on
  smooth and dry,


unwrapping my movement like a machine piston yes developed specifically for active people.