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YOUR CLOTHES ARE LYING ON MY FLOOR...
Your clothes are lying on my floor
While we lie, manhood in your core,
Which I won’t hurry to withdraw,
Cosy behind the bedroom door,
The curtains we shall not undraw.
Embraced and entwined in the raw,
Over your curves my hands take tour,
Then onto me your juices pour..
This is lovemaking, not a ‘score’;
No woman has been here before,
Who could say, “I came, conquered, saw.”
My cherry I have kept in store,
Awaiting your consent in law.
You’re welcome to come back for more.
While we lie, manhood in your core,
Which I won’t hurry to withdraw,
Cosy behind the bedroom door,
The curtains we shall not undraw.
Embraced and entwined in the raw,
Over your curves my hands take tour,
Then onto me your juices pour..
This is lovemaking, not a ‘score’;
No woman has been here before,
Who could say, “I came, conquered, saw.”
My cherry I have kept in store,
Awaiting your consent in law.
You’re welcome to come back for more.
Published 12th May 2016
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13th May 2016 00:24am
13th May 2016 8:17pm
love the way your "insertion" is part of a higher, deeper "connection"; not just a score
well said brother Solomon
well said brother Solomon
