You tell her that you love her yet you cannot show her love without groping the curves along her body or tasting the pinkness of her lips against your tongue. But there is not much the girl can do for her she hates it and she loves it and she hates it and she loves it and she hates it and she loves it!
Your kisses and touches make her feel dirty but she also feels so seen and desired. Her mind rages each time that you come close, wondering if this time you come to talk or continue where you left off.
You cannot see how she wishes you would love her past the need to touch her body and ask about her truest desires. But again all you do is touch and grope, touch and grope, touch and grope!
Yet, all she can do is love it and hate it.
– i'm... confused.
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AN ODE TO MAN
PoetryOde (noun.) A lyric poem used to address a particular issue Man (noun.) The issue that needs to be addressed
