Freewill Amon Poems
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Her eyes glitters like the icing on a cake.
Bosom so smooth like hot loaded bowl of pounded yam
Her breasts are like bunches of grapes
Her kiss is a drug I take and feel so dizzy
Her touch caresses me like the evening breeze
The touch of her boottie feels like the influence of alcohol
The aura of her presence is like the aroma from my favourite diet.
The sound of her voice is like that of a loner's pet.
I kiss her on her lips standing at 5 feet,9 inches
I open her bra for a little play and she says, baby please...
Looking at her in her ...
Let's Talk About Love
Please don't tell me your usual stories
I'm only interested in what you feel
We can talk about our worries
And then take some wine and heal
I know I have a family
But I don't want to talk about them
My heart is beating heavily