God enslave me with a lust that can only be sated by the presence of women
wether it's to divide the space between there legs or to speak flowery language in there head
I need to taste there skin, I NEED to caress there hair, this overwhelmance of desire i was never prepared to debate,
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The Invitation Poetry book
PoetryVote Please! A mixture o poetry and spoken word In some of the poems particularly the late chapter I have attached videos of me speaking The poems for listening pleasure I Thank you!!
