incessantly, my mouth runs away in the morning:
my mother says,
in my 46th year, never to talk with my mouthful
now, i know she means food,
mum isn't one for sharing her bedroom antics
nor mine with her;
i remember finding some lilac lace panties once, in her underwear drawer
& thought my dad was a randy sod, 15 was an awkward age.
Now-
coughs, mutters under a low-burn breath
'bout the size of your cock
how i love to talk to it, utter obscenities around it
whether my mouth is full
or yours
incessant, breakfast on the hoof.
Honorable mention
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<----that's the pic that came to mind. lolol
*hides behind whatever she gets*
Juls 
