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Mad

Is there room for your cock?
Don’t curse me, man
I just want to be your God.
I want to drive you mad.
I want your cock until I die.
Is that your scent?
I want it
Don't hide.
I am alive.
Be ready
Ride me until we die.
Kiss me,
don't waste more time.
I am not dry.
Please be my demise.
I am your God.
Don't be mad
You are my command.
Glitters and cheaters
Cloud of sinners.
Did you miss the plan?

Mad by Cinthia Carolina
Book: Martinis, Sex & Poems - Stir Your Fire Within
Written by Cincarolina_76 (Cinthia-Carolina)
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Copyright © 2023 by Cinthia Carolina, LLC
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