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RHYME INSPIRED BY BC POET'S 'ON THE FLOOR'
(Inspired by poem by bcpoet of that title.)
On the floor,
‘Hind closed door,
In the raw,
And your core,
As fires roar.
“Curves galore,
I adore,
Mon amour”,
So I swore
With some awe.
Lust’s furore,
To the fore,
Down you bore.
Your hands claw
My skin sore.
You implore,
“I want more…”
Juices pour
From their store,
Sweat from pore.
What’s it for?
Just a score
In a war.
Then we snore,
Then ignore.
On the floor,
‘Hind closed door,
In the raw,
And your core,
As fires roar.
“Curves galore,
I adore,
Mon amour”,
So I swore
With some awe.
Lust’s furore,
To the fore,
Down you bore.
Your hands claw
My skin sore.
You implore,
“I want more…”
Juices pour
From their store,
Sweat from pore.
What’s it for?
Just a score
In a war.
Then we snore,
Then ignore.
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