Poetry in Motion

It’s a tame one this week, folks.  I have a poet friend who let me stay at his apartment recently; I had a hard time tearing myself away from his giant wall of magnetic poetry.

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My vagina shall hereafter be referred to as “my juice pocket.”

Sexier shots from his apartment next week – pinkie swear.

Sinful Sunday

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