- Erotic Poetry
- These Are The Words
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These Are The Words…
By AnonymousMonkey1
These are the words that broke her heart,
that soldered together,
that tore apart.
These are the words that broke her heart,
in that morne in June.
As she walked through the meadow the daisies would part,
caressing her legs,
caressing her heart.
As she walked through the meadow the daisies would part,
in that morne in June.
She lay in the grass as he fondled her feet,
sucking her toes,
increasing her heat.
She lay in the grass as he fondled her feet,
in that morne in June.
He groped, and felt, and fondled her breast,
tweaking her nipples,
nibbling her chest.
He groped, and felt, and fondled her breast, in that morne in June.
They made sweet, sweet love all through the morne,
into the noon,
again she was born.
They made sweet sweet love all through the morne,
until after that noon in June.
He pulled her up to his face as if to say,
“I love you, my sweet,
don’t ever go away.”
He pulled her up to his face and went on to say,
“Goodbye, my love.”
These are the words that broke her heart,
that soldered together,
that tore apart.
These are the words that broke her heart,
in that morne in June.
