"nakes" poems
We lay in bed,
begin to kiss,
his hands,
run all over me,
piece by piece,
articles of clotheing
come off,
until its just
our nakes bodys
pressed together,
he slowly
spreads my legs,
and slides himself
into me,
our bodys move as one,
as we begin to make love,
the thrusting,
the *******
is magical,
the way we move together
is so natural,
is so perfect,
to feel him,
slide in and out of me,
getting harder,
going depper,
filling me
with his ***
making us both moan,
in total pleasure,
our bodys relax,
and lay beside one antoher,
in our bed,
feling our warmth,
we hold eachother tightly,
and fall asleep,
in eachothers arms,
after a kiss,
just like it all began.
Jan 26, 2012
Jan 26, 2012 at 4:38 PM UTC
. Zap Zap Zapping
On Zelensky's Door
Vlad is tapping what
Was their store.
Zaporizhzhia
Is off the grid
Bidens Bidding
For the Mid.
Soon the $nakes
Will leave the pit
Rattled vipers
Will beging to spit.
Hir o'shima is
Their style
But this time
They’ll meet hostile.
The time has come
To rid the WASP’s
St. Patrick failed
We've still got Asp's.
Aug 26, 2022
Aug 26, 2022 at 1:41 AM UTC
Worlds End is the Asp hole
of London Sadie, just along
the way from Loan Square,
past Beau Champ Place and
Peter's, where Shylock lives.
Feb 23, 2019
Feb 23, 2019 at 4:47 PM UTC