She is a tall brown skin goddess with an oval jaw dropping face
A ball size breast with dependent nipples that introduces her to every occasion
She is not a fan of bra, so her breast was controlling the freedom fight
Straight legs long enough to nail her on the wall
She wore an uptight transparent skirt that one can visibly see the ink of the blue bufferfly beside her hips that you can't forget the sight of how the lingerie runs deep inside her ass
She walks on that high heels like she was working on my bloodstream.
Every carve and curve on her body was a reflection of my curved ribs
There is no denying I want to strip her naked and bare and craft my art.
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My Heart In Inks
PoesíaMy Heart in ink This is a collection of love poems and heart breaks, 90% of the work are stories of me or people around me.
