Starts With M
Somewhere mid drift missions I stop at your mini midriff. Oh mistress, I’m mixed in images of menace and mischief. There’s been too many minutes my manners manage me a misfit, in the middle of mystic and mid whiff.
My, my, miss-miss, so magical and marvelous. I’m mingling in the midst of mere men who mean to marble us. In mist and mirrors I fall in love with your eyes so spherical. Every morning my lips to your mouth is a miracle.
JP

