- Erotic Poetry
- He loves me, he loves me not
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He 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.
- COMMENTS
twelveooneover 11 years agohe carries my panties in his pocket, that's a sure giveaway he's thinking about you.
ok, serious discussion about poetry, that was good, this not as good:
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.
this plumb bad:
he stirs my very core with his raw lust.
allow me to look into his soul.
why, panties are stuff, words are kind of things, lust and soul really aren't, plus they are cliched
4ed
HarryHillover 11 years agoplucked and fluttering like the lines
..but then I dropped it with
..
And there are days when she shares his worries and problems with me.
..
there's more than one flower to ...pluck
Harry....(nice)
