Roses are red, violets are blue, My lips are hungry, and they're craving you.
From the nape of your neck, a slow, teasing trail
To the swell of your breast, where desires prevail.
Your navel, a dip, a pause, a sweet delay, Before dive deeper, where passions hold Sway.
From the nape of your neck, a slow, teasing trail
To the swell of your breast, where desires prevail.
Your navel, a dip, a pause, a sweet delay, Before dive deeper, where passions hold Sway.
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I’ve been slacking on #ValentinesSpiritWeek.
In honor of it being Skeetheart Gram Day! 🫶🏾🫶🏾 A poem for my crush 😘
In honor of it being Skeetheart Gram Day! 🫶🏾🫶🏾 A poem for my crush 😘
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In the warmth of your kitty, bathed in the night.
And as I explore, with each fervent kiss,
My pole finds its haven, pure ecstasy's bliss.
Bavarian cream, a sweet, sensual prize, A testament to the pleasure in your eyes.