Two ears,
Two eyes,
I'm not yours
you are not mine.
A small button nose,
A small kiss and those,
touches you do.
bunny, aren't you so cute.
bunny, doesn't it feel good.
You like it when I talk to you like that,
You like it when I touch you like that,
But darling don't you think it's wrong.
What we are doing is so wrong,
so then why does it feel so good?
- nickname: bunny
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I wish that I didn't write these poems.
PoesiaVarious collective of unwanted poems I have written; for people who are fond of the subjects of heartache and who are disorientated through the navigation of this world. Let me share this with you. My emotions are inconsistent and messy, please in...
