Is It Poetry
Exhausted - Poem by Is It Poetry
it breaks it down a little.
' Ohhh.' she howls. '
I want more! '
Sometimes its innocence shines through
and it makes her takes me up and down with the laughter.
Like to more often than not she sees it.
Poems and happy Oasis,
I' m going to allure it next time.
She has the base by the tip.
Squeezing both ends from the middle.
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