Oats Meal
Body over body chin to chin
Act of love can not be a sin
In your mouth put my gin
Today is day when we win
I am made of iron you are maid of tin
Penetration will be fast, far and thrust will be deep
Dear now prepare to moan and cut this din
Made love to Aphrodite and now she's my keep
My love tonight you will not be counting sheep
Hot passionate love making will not let you sleep
Sweet kisses in bed or sensual caresses in the jeep
You will lubricate with my touch upon every streep
What we sow today in nine months we'll reap
Tons of sons dozens of daughters and more
After making you all dirty I will do a clean sweep
Nipples will go placid and womanhood will be sore
Sex is how I define love and fucking is what we adore
Swore on the floor to climb the wall and tear down the door
To find fuck I'll truck and gun down the heaven and more
With our sexual adventures my love you will never be bore
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Oats Meal
PoetryWrote a few days ago (I think on 10 October) on vk.com but that is not a good place to write and publish things so came here again.
