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Desire
why have thou beseeched me
when thine eye was thous to touch
We were desire, pent up fantasy
fucking on the floor,
I the master you the whore
you got your wage
and won our wars
broke apart tables
when we tumbled out the door
the grasses green and so was I
a fantasy where beauty lie
the winds caressed your nipples
as I grabbed your hair
no time for warmth or comfort
you were about to come into my lair
the earth shook with each thrust
my tip penetrating the molton core
tongues speaking/spanking
as we both explored
missions and rockets
explosions and sighs
left in the barrren
a blushing moon sits and cries
when thine eye was thous to touch
We were desire, pent up fantasy
fucking on the floor,
I the master you the whore
you got your wage
and won our wars
broke apart tables
when we tumbled out the door
the grasses green and so was I
a fantasy where beauty lie
the winds caressed your nipples
as I grabbed your hair
no time for warmth or comfort
you were about to come into my lair
the earth shook with each thrust
my tip penetrating the molton core
tongues speaking/spanking
as we both explored
missions and rockets
explosions and sighs
left in the barrren
a blushing moon sits and cries
Published 7th Jan 2020
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7th Jan 2020 10:39pm
Desire, is a beautiful thing... as life is bland without desire & passion.
7th Jan 2020 10:52pm
8th Jan 2020 00:14am
not five minutes ago, i was harping on about the quintessential sensuality of your poetry and then bam!
ltm
loved the entree of archaic language as tho the interlude would be more hints of Shakespeare's metaphoric beast with two backs :) before you serve the meal raw
ltm
loved the entree of archaic language as tho the interlude would be more hints of Shakespeare's metaphoric beast with two backs :) before you serve the meal raw
