- Erotic Poetry
- The Lust City
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What is love without lust?
Friendship with no trust?
A pencil without an eraser?
Or camera with no saver.?
You want my body, I want your soul
Like a bad kid that only got a coal.
We can fuck till the bed break
Till we sore ache
Till the right and left are up and down
And the middle is the other way round.
"Bring me back to life oh asclepius, this love has killed me"
Take me to forbidden heights as I soar with all my might.
Just the tip, just the tip
Making love to the tip of the iceberg
Pussy on Eskimo.
French kiss her on the 'I fell' tower
The number of rapists in this city cannot compare to our lustful savagery.
They make sex look like a meager wet dream.
Look beyond the clouds, past the Sun and Stars and Moon.
There you ll see that dreams really do come through.
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