Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
May 2015
You fill out black
so beautifully
dear lady,
so delicious.
From the curves
of your full hips
to the nape
of your delicate neck
and your wonderful points
in between
I scream silently
to be taken,
to fall down
with my face full
of your tasty
tender-flower.
You can call it lust
or you can call it love,
it really doesn't matter darling,
I trust it will be not only be great,
it will be incredibly appetizing, too.
Jonny Angel
Written by
Jonny Angel  GRB090423
(GRB090423)   
Please log in to view and add comments on poems