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Click hereI 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.
SPROING haha Very Original! And I see Pixiehoff, herself wrote you a poem… 5 stars and silver linnings.
This man is a fool
when he could drool
over your delicious pussy
he goes off to prove he's a wussy.
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.
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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