Erotic PoetryHe loves me, he loves me notHe loves me, he loves me not.......
Every morning he reads the words I have left for him the night before.
And every morning he cares enough to send a few words back.
Throughout his day he carries my panties in his pocket.
Sometimes he gets to chat with me.
And sometimes he gets to play with me.
he so generously gives me warmth and tenderness.
And sometimes he stirs my very core with his raw lust.
There are days when he laughs and is silly with me.
And there are days when she shares his worries and problems with me.
He does incredible things for me that blow me away.
He trusts me enough to allow me to look into his soul.
He accepts me and returns my affections ten-fold.
He loves me, he loves me not....
I think he loves me.
Share the love
Report a Bug
Please Rate This Submission:
- 1
- 2
- 3
- 4
- 5
- Recent
Comments - Add a
Comment - Send
Feedback Send private anonymous feedback to the author (click here to post a public comment instead).
English
There are no recent comments (3 older comments) - Click here to add a comment to this poem or Show more comments or Read All User Comments (3)