He's a big, strong man,
like a big brother
who just fucks me 'til I can't stand
whenever he can.
He's like a hairy pair of hands
who wring around my fuckin' throat,
that I never knew I needed,
'til I'm bleedin'
and tossed around like a House Salad.
Fuck me, I'm fuckin' cumming!
I can't take the pressure.
He's bluffing when he says
my body too good.
At least, I'm likin'
the idea of him lyin' just
to make me feel better about
my tummy, neck, eyes and
back.
I've always felt a little
more on the insecure side of
things, but, well,
when he treats me like a naughty princess,
my mind shuts the hell up.
There ain't no more reasons to think,
when he sinks into me like a firecracker.
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Erogenous & Emotional Verses
PoetryDo you like erotic poetry? Well, I do too! Wanna embark on this journey with me? (This also can get emotional.)
