segunda-feira, 7 de novembro de 2016

Poema 162

I want you to whisper 'oh god' personally 
With your body over mine 
And that way you can't look at me 
Because you're so satisfied 
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I need the touch of your skin 
The way you embrace in all forms 
And your sweet lips all over me 
With delicate hands that holds so strong
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You make me cry and come
This bittersweet fantasy 
I guess I don't know how to be alone
And you're the only thing I can't resist 

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