BALLS
Hairy, dangling orbs defying gravity;
loose, tight, pendulous or prickly;
shaved or plain, with eggs,
contain the future.
Fearsome in delicacy,
flotsam & jetsom,
pull them, prod them,
flaunt, implore, tickle,
adore the balls.
Hairy, scary,
spread your legs.
Show me more.
Steamy, musky, brawny things
upon my nether hole they swing,
each stroke an arc concuss an arc.
I wish my ass could suck them up.
The balls contain, the cock transmits.
Balls to toss;
two balls,
a thousand strikes.
Heavy, full,
what's not to like? 
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Jan McLaughlin’s life has a life of its own. She enjoys anything having to
do with sound: conversation, film, dance, theater, music, chaos, and
silence. Despite her life-long romance with language, McLaughlin says,
“Words mean nothing. Action is everything.”
 Princess-at-Large
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