I plough my wild self,
Right on your burning senses
Your neck is my nectar,
And you my bed of roses.
I pull of the curtains, hiding my prize
You moan in silence,
Veins of ice.
A suckle of love's name,
Mad, you engulf my senses.
The sea of your pleasures,
I keep drowning in
You moan louder,
The beast of my youth,
As it skimms through your shine.
Ahh, your touch, uff, your lips,
I grab you close.
I drivel and churn through,
With gentle care and burning desire,
The flower of your youth.
Moan, my love, moan,
For it is our night, all night.
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UNRAVEL | Erotic Poetry
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