MOMMA, PLANT THOSE COLD WET LIPS <br />ON MINE, AND WATCH AS THIS ICE <br />CREAM MELTS TO THE FLOOR, .. <br />MOMMA, ONE MORE KICK TO THESE <br />KNEES, OR FEET, AND WATCH AS <br />THIS FOOL BEGS FOR MORE. <br />SHE LOVES ME, <br />SHE DONT, <br />SHE LOVES ME, <br />HAY, , , , WHERE ARE YOU GOING..<br /><br />DAVID GERARDINO<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/momma-2/
