"She came out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel,
My Brain and her body made my throat thirty to drink!
Exotically hiding herself, semi-dressed cleavage out;
Making my deep shy desires to shrink!
Her body was a soft crust filled dark chocolatey syrups,
She was dark fantasy of my all dark fantasies...
Would love her to bite when she is hand-cuffed,
To make my lips wet nastily out of anxieties...
Grabbing and throwing her to my bed!
She tickles, laughs and I forced her hands up!
Falling in her eyes hungry for my body!
I drank all the drops off her body drying her up!
She moans seductively and scratches my hair,
I comfort her below chin and cleavage core...
And from there begins the game of love,
Where she says,"It isn't enough, I want more!"
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NASTY GAMES
PoetryTrue love doesn't have any questions. True love is rare to find. True love stands every strom, True love isn't easily defined. Taking romance to a next level. "Nasty Games" is a collection of erotic poetries compiled togather to form a new book of l...
