Make me suffer, It’s my pleasure.
**** me harder, You’re my treasure.
I just love to feel your pressure
on my hips…
I may not forget those times you’ve kissed my lips.
After all the sinrises you’ve seen from my bed,
Don’t fade away, don’t leave me, it would be so sad
In love with the feeling of your body covering mine
In love with your soul, with your body and mind
And what causes me worries is that our love made me blind…
Erotic poem
© Copyright: Юмэ Ана, 2010
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