He picked off a rose today
Gently he entered with pleasant pain
The thorns impaling him as he thrust deeper and deeper
She curved her back on the bed in seductive submission
Her legs wrapped around his waist as he picked off each petal
One by one taking off every innocence.
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Pothos (Poetic Porn)
PoetryEven our mind sometimes get blue and blue doesn't always mean sad... #4 IN POETRY. (Cover by L_A_JOY)
