Jason Whitaker

Writer

Monday, March 14, 2022

Slip your tip between my lips, we ship well, sail between my legs with your main sail high, ride the tide to the harbor inside, anchor between these knees as the seas become rough, find me ready for your steering rod.

I’m your passenger and you can captain me until we’re tired then I could be your captain then, we could ride until sunrise.

My birthday is tomorrow. Please consider subscribing to my Patreon: http://patreon.com/jason29171

Beginning today I plan to post more often on my Patreon. I post more content similar to that which I post on my other blogs and more of my writing.

Thanks!!!

jasonwhitaker29171

March 14, 2022

Fiction, poetry, short story, writing

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Monday, March 14, 2022

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