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Dec 2015
Your moans turn concrete to paper
These walls no longer sustains them
They only grow louder
Your thighs placed tightly together
As if to hide something from me
The bandit of unknown treasures
Shhh..keep quiet
Keep very still
I think your looking for this rabbit
To jump into bed with you
Honey, jackrabbits' ****
Like me and you on Sunday morning
I'll take you to church
Between these silk sheets
Make you sin ten thousand ways
So every syllable of the lords name
Wont be used in vain
You can feel it
The grip of my hands
Tracing a canvas of innocence
With outlines of chaos
Let go, taste freedom
The freedom of *******
And sweaty moans knocking
On paper walls
Shhhh they'll hear us
I can't control it
My lips ever so softly
Trying to find the best part of your body
From lips to neck
Shoulders, chest, and stomach
Hips, thighs, and retreat
Clothes no longer an issue
Im free to lick wherever I please
****** to bellybutton
Perhaps a little lower
Im sorry I'm such a tease
Maybe I'll just satisfy you now
I tug at your hair
A quick little play of it on the back of your neck
A smack on your ***
As we pretend we're animals for the night
Dogs or horses
Either way I'll teach you
How a real man
Pleases the woman he loves
Robert Guerrero
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Robert Guerrero
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