I peep on you
When you say
You don’t love me
I saw your rose pulps
I peep on you
I saw you rested your love
On the bowl
I peep on you
I saw your barbaric tits waving
Water dripping from there
Right to your squirrel
I peep on you
I saw your squirrel
Wet but breathing
Seems like in hunger
For partner
I peep on you
When you say
You don’t love me
I saw your beautiful face
As horny
As your squirrel
The way you explore the boundries bro, never fails to amaze....you are a true poet of genius qualities.....and it's always a pleasure to read your work. Keep bouncing them out bro....you're a first class writer, of the highest form. Thanks for this.....Your brother Jon
Good...Better still if u can let the words (or the poem as a whole) rhyme. Keep it up!
interesting piece.....the body expresses more than words-10
U have a great sence of judgement than: -) ... nice and beautiful words...
This one was good.i have one question though what were you thinking when u wrote this. You have me curious about what you think about when you write your poems Sulaiman......
wow. i love it...but im suprised the site didnt remove it, they can be sensitive sometimes.
this poem is...interesting...i get the feeling of 'desire to know wat you don't' from this poem....good imagination
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
lol yea its gud i lyke it bt it tells me dat u is probably a freak but i hope u not lyke dat but kool poem once again