Sex Poem by Carissa McBride
Sex
people make it sound like such a chore
like they can't even bare to do it anymore
but they can't know how good it felt
until they meet the one who good under the belt.
he's got a smooth demenor
but rougher moves
you'll never know how good
untill you feel him move
he's not a spoil sport
no condom in sight
all he asks
is for you to be tight.
written by bleeding mascara
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/24/2024 10:56:49 AM # 1.0.0.1119
oh wow hehe thats funnny