segunda-feira, 7 de novembro de 2016

Poema 162

I want you to whisper 'oh god' personally 
With your body over mine 
And that way you can't look at me 
Because you're so satisfied 
I need the touch of your skin 
The way you embrace in all forms 
And your sweet lips all over me 
With delicate hands that holds so strong
You make me cry and come
This bittersweet fantasy 
I guess I don't know how to be alone
And you're the only thing I can't resist 

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