3d
I crave you,
Everyday.
Your fingers,
Racing through my hair.
You may squirm,
Bless my ears with moans.
But,
I'm not done yet.
I can't stop,
Not until I'm full.
And,
You're more than satisfied.
-Tré
Everyday.
Your fingers,
Racing through my hair.
You may squirm,
Bless my ears with moans.
But,
I'm not done yet.
I can't stop,
Not until I'm full.
And,
You're more than satisfied.
-Tré
A poem from a fractured mind.
(26/M/Australia)
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