- Erotic Poetry
- I Want To Hold Your Hand
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Yeah, you
Got that something
You put that song whenever
You get horny.
It turns you on
It turns me on.
We kiss. You grab
My cock, you smell it.
You taste the salty flavours.
I need to rub your
Slicky fuck hole, I need to
Lick your golden labia, I need to
Make you cum
Again
And Again.
You lick my balls, they're full of
Swingin' seeds, they swing
For you. I'm hard as the fucking mountains.
It's time to get in.
Your moans are like the harmonies
In early Beatles' songs
Each, every note is perfect,
Just in time to go.
You scream to me
You want it
You want it in your ass.
Oh, here it is, my love:
The loving pain, the painful love.
The love, the fucking pain.
You bite the sweaty pillow,
Suppress the coming cry
A teardrop flows
Along your cheek; I hope
You're satisfied.
My semen drips around
Your fleshy hemispheres
Shining like a creek
On the moonlight prairie.
Your fiery smile, your perky tits
Your legs upon my shoulders
My goddess, I will worship you
Until the day I die.
We rest. we hug, we kiss.
We touch, we kiss again.
The song, in loop, is telling
The way we feel these days:
"And when I touch you
I feel happy inside
It's such a feeling that, my love
I can't hide
I can't hide
I can't hide..."
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