Hoping You Could Feel Me. - Poem by Brian Mawadri
I am married to my pen and pad.
But fancy cumming in you more.
Your eyes scar the man.
But arouses the poet lurking in me;
Sting me love; for your kiss is sweet lily breeze.
Describe your world; and let me ponder.
Through its magnificence, like a hungary serpent.
Sup with me; under the moon of romance.
And allow me consume it raw.
For its cuisine is penis watering.
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