Sex Urge (Ii) Poem by Ndimele Glory AncientSword

Hm! indeed feel, no deny
The air inb'tween thy thigh
Is a burning flame
So so consuming
But such underserving

But why dear belove? !
Tempting arent I?
Not beautiful to an extreme?
Irresistable
With smooth silky skin
Soft like a jelly fish

Of course thou're tempting
But as beautiful pretty appears
Fresh, radiant, and smooth
Too bad dignity ran off to exile

Plea come oh! laddy
Being nice save more time
Make this
hour use ful
Just if be our last