Skin so soft temperature on high…
laid out on the bed I can see you're ready to ride…
Eyes that pierce a soul you stare down at me…
Staring back up and saying your
the best baby! …
Time switch position lay you on your back…
Those legs say 8: 17 its time to make your body sweat…
Kissing on your neck, I'll have you dripping wet…
I'll slow grind in between those legs…
They are a goldmine…
Are you ready?
Your legs are shaking and you wondering why…
I am culpable and I'll admit it I am never too shy…
Slowly caressing your body so explicit…
Your mind goes crazy and your nerves haywire…
your body becomes elicit…
to your every desire…
Yes Madame…
"It Seems Like Your Ready"
Osayame Evbuomwan — Copyright ©
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem