Sunday, 26 March 2017

Afrodisiac


 With the pace of a tweet
My tiny heart beats
As she drags my wits
with the taste of her tits

Like a poet in painful splits
I churn rhymes for her bliss
Just so i may earn a kiss
On her delicate sensual lips



         @plsucre


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