A soft touch of a growling voice
Such as the analogy of petting a tiger
A touch sparked to fill the void
Beside her, my drive gets lighter
My heart beasts spike higher
My soul ignites, fights my desire
Every reaction of mine destroys
For every move, a hormone deploys
For ever mood, a brain cell spoiled
For every thought, my blood cells boil
Beside her, my drive gets lighter
A minor desired provider talkative writer
What can I write her ? Something to exciter her
A story of how will I fuck you tighter
And a novel of the future I want beside her
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Everything Thing I Couldn't Say : Honey Moon
PoetryI hate the person to which this book is dedicated.
