Read this poem only if you are alone.
You wished me nice dreams last night
I could say I have dreamed
About flowers, butterflies
It would be nothing but lies
I was dreaming about
My arms holding your hips
Against mine
Mine lips touching your sweet lips
Then
One hand squeezing your breast tight
Other hand holding your waist
So you won't fight
Then
With a slide touching the magic Place
Leaving quickly without a trace
I want to make it perfectly clear
I will never do it for real
Maybe
Jun 21, 2015
Jun 21, 2015 at 8:48 AM UTC
Read this poem only if you are alone.
You wished me nice dreams last night
I could say I have dreamed
About flowers, butterflies
It would be nothing but lies
I was dreaming about
My arms holding your hips
Against mine
Mine lips touching your sweet lips
Then
One hand squeezing your breast tight
Other hand holding your waist
So you won't fight
Then
With a slide touching the magic Place
Leaving quickly without a trace
I want to make it perfectly clear
I will never do it for real
Maybe
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