A tasteful neck,
a bite to a bite, you like?
A sprinkle wet, not yet done
Together, a strong grip
Hold tight my neck,
until a pleasing mark
A sound that burst,
my bad, I felt butterflies
A flying thingy in my body
An evolution of
butterflies, felt good
Bite more, and feel the
sweetness
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Goodbye, Innocent [ON HOLD]
PoetrySuch desires that could not be expressed will be put in a poem. Therefore, it will be filled with wild thoughts (mild). Thus, goodbye, innocent.
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