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-- word biscuit --
-- tits edition --
10-17-97 -- ray heinrich
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well... sometimes it's hard to think of anything else.
-ray
< the hot reward from your sweet tits >
my mouth was made for sucking tits
my head was trained for sucking tits
and my hands
were already grabbing for your tits
pressing on the warm sides of your tits
learning the soft rhythm of pressing and sucking
of pressing and sucking and tasting the hot reward
of your sweet milk
thanks, mom
- - -
< rubbing my own tits, pretending they're yours >
OK
so you're out of my life
you've left
you've gone
and looking at the calendar
i think the calendar
has forgotten too
but sneaking my hand up inside my blouse
or is it my shirt?
i can still rub your tits
still rub them
until every last intention
left when your face forgot me
comes back
in that buzz between my legs
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< illustrious tits >
i suck your illustrious tits
like my mother's
well
maybe you're the wrong sex for that
but if i pretend
your rough face
is me who didn't shave this morning
then you
are as smooth and warm as all my loves
and closer
closer to me
as you close your eyes
breathing the way we all do
just
before we come
- - -
< accidental tits >
an accident at work
as i
turned left
you
turned right
and our tits brushed against each other
you looked
as surprised as me
but we both knew
right then
it needed repeating
- - -
< illustrious tits >
sucking your celebrated tits
my lips around
your extraordinary tits
rolling your glorious tits
between my thumb and finger
squeezing your magnificent tits
pinching your prestigious tits
rubbing my tongue
across your splendid tits
licking your illustrious tits
filling my mouth
with your majestic tits
- - -
< the same one of your tits >
sucking at the same one of your tits
sharing them from day to day
requires a certain amount of etiquette
of friendly rivalry
my friends smile not talking
busy with their mouths sucking
at the same one of your tits
as me
- - -
< no tits, but great breasts >
chickens
and ducks
quack quack
- - -
< adultery >
your breasts were just the right size
just the right brown
for the light
one window away
balanced
between the two parts of the day
and our love
innocent
but only to us
and they
could always be waiting outside
but not in this room
where two months rent
was more than enough
for eternal love
for your breasts
so warm in my hands
your breasts
that sucked firm in my mouth
and the constant surprise
of your thin sweet milk
as his baby
slept quietly beside us
- - -
< the warm wind today >
listening to
through
the always waiting window
as it opens
to love songs
mixed
with the drift
of the warm wind today
that smells
of breasts
yours
but i won't admit it
- - -
< into the moonlight >
me lying on the grass
in the backyard
of your parent's house
looking up at you
as you pull your shirt
up
over your head
as your breasts
fall
into the moonlight
- - -
< yea, that's frogs for you >
the frog catches my eye
he's moist and i'm
a bit warm
i carefully take off my blouse
and hardly ripping it
i reveal my
tight
bare
breasts
the frog
takes what he knows
the frog
jumps on my nose
- - -
< be your own psychic >
it's true!
you were born with psychic powers!
you can unlock the secrets of the masters!
seize control of your own destiny!
accurately predict your own decisions!
control the size of your breasts!
and the ones of those around you!
- - -
< two gingers >
#1
the words
fall one after the other
put there by ginger
by you
if you're ginger
one after the other
with the picture you enclosed
of your daughter
and of course
you
would name her ginger too
the ginger that lived with me
from a child of 4 to 6
while you were off
for holding those drugs
a long time ago
but ginger
came through just fine
and at 22
she looks like you
same hair and nose and all the
soft pieces fit together
so i can't help thinking
maybe
it's you again
#2
ginger shows up
on her boyfriend's motorcycle
says her mom
is up to herself again
and i guess i have to help
which will piss off my wife
cause she's guessed
what i never told her
but i hop on
arms
around her waist
trying not to act
like i feel her breasts
with each bump in the road
and thinking of when
i used to bathe her
of those sweet lips
between her legs
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well, almost...
stock bio:
ray heinrich is an ex-texas technofreak and hippie-socialist
wannabe who writes poems for thrills and attention. over the
years his work has appeared in many small, insignificant
publications. in real life he repairs computers, has always
been married, loves dogs, and owns a blue fish.
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