Don'T Stop - Poem by neo riddick
History always repeats itself.
No. Not ever.
Telling me anything except lies would only confuse me.
Games are many.
Bets are always on.
Expectations and manipulations.
They sum it all up.
Running your hand up my smooth, muscular inner thigh. Hot and inviting.
The scars never heal. The damage is irreversible.
Best friends until death.
Always and forever if I bend and kneel.
Change is inevitable
Change is normal
Invitations to be one with me are not conceivable
Aroused by me
Stimulating and aggregating.
The lower belly tingles with pleasurable anticipation
Take me to the point of eruption
Ahead of this game is where I have always remained.
My body shakes as bliss drips down my thighs
Hearing sweet nothings.
Feeling sick sexual highs
Lies are all I seem to swallow
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