Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
A, Good girl. Can not take what I got. Touched my soul. Burnt her lips, and left a spot. Not playing games. When I say I poked her dot. She **** first. Either she's read, or not. Mind made up. Pay attention, cause x-marks the spot
0
May 3, 2014
May 3, 2014 at 8:18 PM UTC
Dot. Dot. Dot.
A, Good girl. Can not take what I got. Touched my soul. Burnt her lips, and left a spot. Not playing games. When I say I poked her dot. She **** first. Either she's read, or not. Mind made up. Pay attention, cause x-marks the spot
Styles
Written by
May 3, 2014
May 3, 2014 at 8:18 PM UTC
Request permission to use this poem