the sweet, naughty Debauchee
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like the orgy that fling under the sky,
all had fell when the lively clouds cry.
i was moved and felt and sighed
the passion burning high--
ringing the bed--there i lied
wistfully burning--with my sire--
oh, like dire--fleeting on fire--
the masturbating Lear: hidden
by my wedding veil--on fleek
burden--to hold the weight--
but oh, my darling on top--
teasing my hair--dreaming on his lap
just that--my sweet, naughty Debauchee
triggered--to be my groom--and fired
i was moved and safely hanging
sighing and moaning for help--
the echo resounded--and meant
i was heaving for Zephyr's breath--
or the breath--the blanket held
my nude body--icing--desiring for heat
and i was moved and tightly mended
and i was loved and lovingly kneaded.
©bell (Philophobia)
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to the man i once loved: a poetry
Poetryto the man i once loved with all my heart, dare to hear my sentiments.
