Is It Poetry
A Glimpse - Poem by Is It Poetry
She removed her hand from her panties slowly,
traced her lip where
the fruit juice of her passion has been attached.
Then as for her this time just, she reached,
that the back rocky section which is added was massaged,
and softly crying
kissed to him for the second time.
She took from him with the every other hand,
words left to the rubber made coat
which she goes away to the accumulation on the floor
of the porch you do not reconsider with nonsense as that,
and led him to the bedroom away from the log house.
The Christmas illumination had shone in out the window.
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