Erotic PoetryTear Me DownHot tongues swirl thru pools
of joyously swapped spit.
Losing emotional control,
she forecloses on my soul.
I need her hot fuck;
the passion beyond lust,
where minds are useless
and only spasms exist.
Want to be torn down -
urban renewal of my id;
then rebuilt as a monument
to all that is orgasmic.
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