So, you were always calling me to send nudes,
Give money to answer your body,
You listen to the 1975 song, sex.
It's midnight,
You wake me up cause you need ice cream,
I undress,
Touch down,
Blow job,
Wet and milk,
I whisper we're not making love tonight,
I go deep to your soul,
Another name is written in your heart,
But you love how I scream your name when you fuck me,
We're the same,
I like you for sex,
I don't like you for who you are.
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Love of Roses [Poetry & Prose]
PoesíaRoses are the flowers of Love; You are a rose That blooms on sunrise, And fell in sunset. Roses are the poems of love; You are the words I wrote, The rythmns of letters, For I am yours, And you are mine.
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