I call you from hard to reach places.
The inevitable mosquito as he tastes...
your hips!
Has your love handles between it´s lips.
it´s needle in the mouthwatering grips.
The summer moist and irritating makes your blood stink.
Humming with bugs, fly spray, nets what do you think.
Sofas jumping with fleas.
Garage itch when you went underneath the car on succulent knees.
It´s up the t´shirt with fingernails.
Scratching like a maniac trying to reach the holy grail.
Like the nose before the sneeze like the nonundo-able shoe.
A dose of fresh bumps calling you.
The sensation that begs fingernails.
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