Carissa McBride

Rookie (8/30/1992 / Toledo Ohio)

Sex - Poem by Carissa McBride

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


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Poem Submitted: Monday, July 14, 2008

Poem Edited: Tuesday, October 14, 2008


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