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Poem for Bow-Legged Bertha, the Blurry Bedroom, No. 1
At times, she listened
To my poetry
She rolled her reefer
Naked limbs in the shadows
Legs wide open, as I laid in-between
The moods of my lines purred
She smiled
She enticed me
A prior perfume
That I had smelled
Trying to relive this
She spreads, wider
As I finished my lines
And rested the last syllable
Of my whisper upon her clit
She helped me to write
Even when I felt
She was not just mine
Written by PF Pfefferlen
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