Some years ago I bought a box of magnetic poetry. Standard version. Lots of fun. Could always tell if one of the kid’s friends had been in the house by what was left there. Oh MY, LOL! Still, I can hardly pass by the fridge without playing at bit.

Last fall I begged a favor from the guys at work to hang the storm windows and move some of the heavy stuff in the house (yes they do get a home cooked meal and libations for their efforts).

Neither were really acquainted with magnetic poetry and spent some time giggling over the words.

delicate tongue
licks
luscious bare breast
eat
peachy sweet love juice
and
incubate an
enormous storm
of a
thousand
lusty moans