surmise

  1. andmadeatrumpetofhisarse

    Poem

    I see your eyes / darest not glance over not at you / at not your thighs one might surmise water runs deep / tricklin' downward past the feet of lappin' sheep where in a parked steward's jeep / I dun snuggled thine two feet O, hang me / hang on me / O, hang mine flesh' deep all can be right
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