That poetry really opened a bigger window into the childish, immature, crudeness of Kennedy's struggling banal mind.
Omigod!! So hilariously gross!! From RFK Jr's poetry to Olivia Nuzzi:
“Drink from me Love,” Kennedy is understood to have gone on in his poem to Nuzzi. “I mean to squeeze your cheeks to force open your mouth. I’ll hold your nose as you look up at me to encourage you to swallow. ‘Dont spill a drop’. I am a river You are my canyon. I mean to flow through you. I mean to subdue and tame you. My Love.”
He wants to hold her nose?? Now there's some great erotic imagery!