Lucky Me Poem by grace mariner
Lucky Me
Rating: ★3.3
Oh but what a sight for sore eyes!
Six four, orangutan arms and gun metal eyes that narrow like a bird of prey.
I feel ' congested ' when I think of your touch.
I feel congested all of the time.
We flow together like original sin.
Pure instinct drives this engine!
Friday, May 1, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: eyes,sex,together
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