JewelryA Poem by VictorianaAnother poem, which turned out to be more erotic than I intended.Give me a little massage and make my rib-cage burn Bite my neck like your life depends on it Dark circles like that I wear as jewelry. A massive ego wrapped up in the sheets Strolls around the room as the Queen of this place It's because of the man she just lay'ed.. If you want her to come back, Excite not only her body, but her mind the most. Just the right amount of missing sanity Will work miracles for you..
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