I have yet to hear from her,
The mighty Aphrodite in the whirling skirt
On this soft mat all girls yearn,
For the bosoms’ warmth just nice beside them
Those succulent arms oh how I crave!
My fingers itch to run through those red locks once again
She sickens my thoughts,
This woman of no bearing stalks me
Yet I am always drawn to her,
The attention she gives never apparent in a man
What must I do?
These emotions I’ve always wanted,
Comes in a different body that what I expected
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1 comment:
oh no. you're writing again. why?!!
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