The fire in my belly runs deep as
My hard logger excited for your womanly figure
Filling you up as the thrusts heat up
Inside pentrating into you
Running my fingers
Through your hair and lips while
Your hands scratch my back in
Excitement and saying your name
My beautiful princess as I love you
So that my blood curls up into while I bleed
A Lot 7 poem
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The Colors of Many: A Collection of Poems
PoetryThese poems can make anybody feel things: love, desire and sadness.
