Your beauty is your weapon
Those eyes of yours are playing
Father, please forgive your son
For the sins his body is doing.
Let me rip off that shirt
Let your muscles free
Those big biceps, I wanna flirt
Your beautiful lips, let me see.
Or can I just kiss them
I can't control myself anymore
I will tightly hold your shirts hem
Your love is making me lustfully sore.
YOU ARE READING
what you make me
PoetryThere will be few beautiful & elegant poems. I write those just to let out feelings & hope you get it when it's meant to be for you. Enjoy
