- Erotic Poetry
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Click hereYou light my fire like no-one else
has ever done before
We make love almost every day
on settee, bed or floor
And everytime you come to me
I know what is in store
To make love to you all my life
of this I know I’m sure
You’re always there for me each night
as I come through the door
Always so sassy and sexy
lust oozing from each pore
No time for food, I’ll feast on you
together we must score
And satisfy our mutual love
with feelings from the core
As every day that goes on by
I know I want you more
You thrill me to the highest peak
and to the furthest shore
So take me now I beg you please
for this I do emplore
You’re such a randy little bitch
my own, very own, whore
- COMMENTS
... enough to make the juices flow - darn, I feel them dripping down my legs.
"No time for food, I’ll feast on you -
together we must score"
Now there's a thought;
Coming home to your very own whore,
Why wander to try something different?