NakedA Poem by CK
Naked
outstretched covered partially by sheet. This is the place we often meet. Talking ranting the things he does say. They're lonely personal often its gray. My knowing is growing he's opening up more. I want him. I need him This listenings a chore. Undress me caress me pull me on top. Go faster and faster please never stop. It's over and now dear I do feel quite close. Oh my I do think This is how love goes. © 2015 CK |
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