Old-times and hot rhymes,
she's taken off her pants tonight.
I'm sittin' in the backseat
because people like me
go best with a beer in hand
that tastes like kisses and
raspberries.
Fuckin' wanna fuck
in the back of the van
when she tells me
that she's got some plans
for workin' in the city,
east of Vancouver.
I wonder how guys like him
always make money
and never stand
a chance to feel that much
adversity as such.
She comes, creepin' closer
and asks me all about this-
Why do I
feel so high
when she's
got her lips
above my eyes?
The only thing
between your legs tonight,
baby, is what's between mine.
You've got the sinful grin
that I really like,
and you know I like it.
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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.)
