Door Sex Poem by Dead Beat Poet

Door Sex



I need you now,
it's really not my choice.
You take me there,
with the look of your voice.

Behind the black door,
I'll do my best.
To make you feel better,
than all of the rest.

Lay on your back,
put up your feet.
As the lights go down,
I'll turn up the heat.

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