Followers

Saturday, April 16, 2005

Along side a flourishing garden

DOG ON HIS BACK

I lie on my back
and squirm
wanting you to rub my belly
sometimes that makes you
want to kick me

I squirm and grind my bum
into the dirt
"Rub my belly"
I ask with my eyes

I know it makes you sick
and want to slap me
your smacks are your only
touch of me

Of coarse I love you
Touch me again

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