sirensongstress
Poetry
- Joined
- Feb 15, 2005
- Posts
- 9

Power between your thighs.
I can tell myself lies.
But all I desire is you pounding into me.
Body all aquiver.
Your touch makes me shiver.
But make me wait for I've been such a bad girl.
I should go slow.
Do I want to? No.
Without your passion I'll surelly go mad.
I blush to think of the chaotic moments we shared.
You ripped off my clothes.
My naked body bare,
you suckled every inch,
slapped my ass, and pulled my hair
as we rose up to heaven and fell off into nowhere.

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Siren Songstress