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Turn off the lights
Don’t make a sound
Don’t lock the door
Nobody’s around
Caress my body
Don’t make it light
I like it rough
One hell of a fight
Bite me, rip me
Throw me down
In your feeling
Let me drown
Just keep going
Make it last
I can get louder
Keep it fast
Shaking, moaning
We’re almost there
In the moment
I don’t care
The door opens
We continue
Getting closer
I surprise you
Then you’re done
Its all over
So so sweet
Like Russell Stover
Don’t make a sound
Don’t lock the door
Nobody’s around
Caress my body
Don’t make it light
I like it rough
One hell of a fight
Bite me, rip me
Throw me down
In your feeling
Let me drown
Just keep going
Make it last
I can get louder
Keep it fast
Shaking, moaning
We’re almost there
In the moment
I don’t care
The door opens
We continue
Getting closer
I surprise you
Then you’re done
Its all over
So so sweet
Like Russell Stover
Published 28th Jul 2011
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28th Jul 2011 4:14pm
Anonymous
29th Jul 2011 1:42am
good introductory work
with time and more poems will
get better
with time and more poems will
get better
29th Jul 2011 4:38am
29th Jul 2011 1:22pm
15th Aug 2011 00:58am
I like it, keeps moving all the way through. When the door opened, I felt like I was the one who opened it, watching the two of you. Sex is like a box of chocolates, sometimes there's sweet cream in the middle, sometimes it's nuts, but it's always sweet.
