6 wet dreams not so nice.
Exposure,
Dance was not my thing,
It was new to me.
Love to heart,
Skin to skin all over the place it did feel good.
A given kiss was not satisfactory,
Hunger was still there.
Hugs and kisses were dropped down like cherries and melons.
Till the end with the unknown was good.
But good things don't last long.
We were interrupted
In the end everything distorted into hazy faces.
And yet again another ghost.
The face that I once forgot,
Here what I wanted was just a smile
But didn't receive any until the end.
It was saddening.
6 wet dreams not so nice.
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The Ugly Diary
PoetryI write what I want. I write what I feel. Whatever I write you may perceive it in any way you want but if you think you found the true one don't speak, let others continue to thrive in their own thoughts. It's not poetry, it's not lyrics. It don't k...
