shallow breaths
deep strokes
make it best
make me soaktie me up
free my soul
spit in my core
eat me morebend me over
only my lover
pinch my nips
kiss my lipswatching you
spread my legs
mirrors hue
and then I begeat me again
I'm so close
that's seven
I suppose
YOU ARE READING
it is what it is
Поэзияshort poems maybe satiric dark lustful sadistic masochistic prompts but never not true
libidine.
shallow breaths
deep strokes
make it best
make me soaktie me up
free my soul
spit in my core
eat me morebend me over
only my lover
pinch my nips
kiss my lipswatching you
spread my legs
mirrors hue
and then I begeat me again
I'm so close
that's seven
I suppose