Rejection

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Sometimes things don't quite work out.
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I offered him coffee-crème me,
But he said that he'd rather be
In the kitchen with kettle -
Not testing my metal,
With hand in my cutest pantie...

I suppose that is telling me go,
And find someone else you can blow:
Is it frustration?
Or humiliation?
I guess I do not really know!

Why should I care anyway?
There are others who so like to play!
I can go off to join them
And play with their SPROING when
He doesn't want me for today...

Perhaps I will seek someone else
And leave that passion on the shelf
For others to choose
And be used and perused
While I find where to offer myself.

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42Below42Below12 days ago

SPROING haha Very Original! And I see Pixiehoff, herself wrote you a poem… 5 stars and silver linnings.

arisingsirenarisingsiren13 days ago

Sad but beautifully delivered. xoxo

PixiehoffPixiehoff14 days ago

This man is a fool

when he could drool

over your delicious pussy

he goes off to prove he's a wussy.

Mark_Loves_CoffeeMark_Loves_Coffee14 days ago

It's such a shame, he doesn't want to play,

With the curves that nature, so graciously lay.

The softness of skin, the warmth of embrace,

A treasure chest, a divine, sacred space.

I would drop everything, to spend some time,

With the one who ignites, a fire so divine.

To taste the sweetness, of forbidden fruit,

To explore the depths, of love's eternal root.

To fuck and suck, to be ever so naughty,

A dance of desire, a lovers' ballet.

To lose ourselves, in the heat of the night,

A journey of passion, a lovers' delight.

HottieOlwenHottieOlwen14 days ago

Free choice, so they say, is our right,

But I confess that, try as I might

To reject sexy Mél

Is as stupid as hell

That bloke really is not very bright.

🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟

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