Jack Ewing
"Yeah, I can write that."



















 

 

                     

           

 

          Sloth Games

 

Icy feet against ass warm

Burrowed nose prods soft shoulder

Snuggling close a strained arm

Tugs quilt as night grows colder

 

Tickling chest outspread long hair

Complaints murmured whiskers scratch

A sudden shift bodies bare

Elbows knees poke fingers snatch

                                   

Legs touching breasts over-flung

Laughing distant late hour chimes

With every stroke a kiss rung

Punctuating pantomimes

 

 


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