INNOCENTA Poem by KrisaniQue WilsonA thought for the innocent
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untouched and pure lasciviousness is so hard to cure innocent lonely nights in the dark pleasured by self...won't leave any marks innocent yet guilty I plea when doors are closed and I'm cuddled with me Innocent I find myself fine loving me until I climax and die Innocent Though my mind is impure... begging for love my body is sure innocent never been loved...but only by me innocent until proven guilty © 2012 KrisaniQue Wilson |
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1 Review Added on September 19, 2012 Last Updated on September 19, 2012 AuthorKrisaniQue WilsonSpanish Town, Christianity, JamaicaAboutI seek to journey the winding road of writing. Happiness for me is defined by a notepad and a pen...writing is my passion. more..Writing
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