If you thick,
You my pick.

I want you quick,
I want to lick,
I want you slick
I want to stick.

Let’s make a flick,
Show me that trick,
I want your lipstick,
All over my dick.

You be hot chick.
Angelic.

Come,
Be my picnic.


 
Z.P. Phillips

Z.P. Phillips moves into the edge of restraint and release, penning poetry and stories that seduce and sting. His work entwines lust with language, celebrates desire in every form, and opens the door to kinks kept hidden in the dark. Out now: Kink volumes 1, 2, & 3.

https://www.kinkypoetry.com/
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