How I Made My Love

I made my love for a night
Perhaps for a night that had more hours
And she said `it was the night of nights`.

My love making took her by surprise.
Her lips can never feel that suck ever from another`s,
Her breasts can never never feel such an erotic press ever after
And her preciouis southern pit can never feel such a piercing ever.

I made my love for a night
Perhaps till the dawn of the next morning
And she is asking `when are u coming again? `

Poem Submitted: Wednesday, December 1, 2010

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