- Erotic Poetry
- Dreams
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Click hereThe whispers in the sheets
of lovers deep in lust
Whether it was the heat or not,all she knew was her clothes were lost
and he didnt seem to mind
he just planted kisses on her thigh
and harvested moans like its spring
Her juices trickling down from her thigh like its fall
and all she wanted the next time she felt
was his call
- COMMENTS
LesseloovesPeterover 10 years agoexcellent line: harvested moans like its spring. Though why are moans ready for harvest in the spring? Does there always need to be a reason or can good connections just happen without reason?
