Her body makes him wanna scream 'Hallelujah',
as his knees lock up like a machine, and he falls
by her window, overlooked by the bold Glasgow.
Yeah, she'd pet his hair, stroking it left and right, soft.
He functioned as an older man, in his twenties,
unable to let go of her thick abundance,
and keepin' her close, her words were like sweet, sweet honey.
Yet, how vulgar she could, truly, with words, be
as he'd plummet straight into her pale, gushing, breathing, cumming being.
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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...
