Your skin, like snow, like a kind of sculpture
that I wanna get to know,
you fuckin' hot hoe!
'cause aren't we nothin' more than art, yo?
Hangin' out on the streets, thinkin' we be
anythin' less than what our mold can see-
I think you're really fuckin' pretty, see,
I'm stolen by everything,
been walkin'-
I've been walkin' a long-ass trail, sexy.
It's been...
very warm...
this time of the month,
and I hope the light stays off of us, please,
possibly, it's such a tough radiance
that can make me feel connected- Tight, hot, and drippin'-
But I don't think I need it- At least, not on certain days.
Nah, see, this dick's a treat
for a special occasion.
"But it could hurt me, and be damaging",
like how I could be to your heart, darling?
Even though I want us, eternally,
to be friendly with each other's born bodies,
as I dig into your nether regions
and squeeze your dexterity,
so tightly,
'cause you're the dream of holding hands, itself, dear.
YOU ARE READING
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PoetryThis is a collection of poetry I've written, as well as poetry I will write, which can be quite mature. NOTE: Wattpad has deemed some of these chapters unsafe as they supposedly contain portrayals of nudity, but none of these chapters have pictures...
