Poetry: Oliver Twist |
Wednesday, 03 March 2021 00:00 |
Oliver Twist Anxious, cold, angry, hot, excited, weak Sensations ignited by your touch I go wanting for more Each time you kiss and caresse me Your exquisite face and perfect skin Is a reminder demons exist I lust for you Be it true or not I want more of you Maybe I see the signs, maybe not How you make me horny, after passionate Sexing Makes me yearn for more More of you (C) Sharon Dione March 3rd,2021 |
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