sexta-feira, 3 de junho de 2016

Poema 06

The touch of your lips
The road in my chest
The arch of my hips
My opened legs
While your fingers are inside of me
Your smile keeps me horny
I'm not able to make it happen
But I ask for you and you only
What I lack in shame
I've plenty of in desire
You call me a flame
Though I'm a wildfire 

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