by Gypsy Noire Waters

Panties wet after the day
always bear witness
to my nectar and residue
that twang is mine
I savor it with rejection
proclaiming wrongness
with the one part of my body that is right
lips clumped together
slightly sticky with a moist sap
I fling over the clit
deep into the wetness
teasing the ignored orifice
"a plunging motion rather desired"
instead gentle flickers
flesh flowing directionally

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