A raunchy limerick for your leisure.
Tina got high off of pleasure
So she'd tickle her clit with a feather
With eyes screwed to a squint
Her body grew limp
And a grin dawned her face that was Cheshire.
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Raindrops
PoetryThis is a collection of poetry that contains themes and topics loosely related to one another; some light-hearted and some heavier in nature. But be certain that you will find at least one of them that will resonate with you.
