Poetry of the DarkChild | ||||||||||||||||||||||
"Sentual" | ||||||||||||||||||||||
What happens when the man steps out of the shower with water dripping to the floor... what do you think when he comes to the door.... Damn..... what a man... what a body he has... look at that chest and those arms those thighs... legs... not to mention that round subtle ass |
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Is the thickness thick... is the length long... is the strength behind the groin strong Can he make me squeal... will he make my body ache... looking at the size of things sweat and body clapping will eventuate |
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Come to me... come to momma... bring that beautiful body to me stand over me like a man with honor... look... study and observe your treat Hold me grip me touch my soul... open me love me make our bodies whole... move me groove me take complete control... make me realize what I own |
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Take it baby... take what's yours handle it like a man should... bodies popping gripping from the core... this is what Love is meant for... (c) 2004 Lacretia Johnson |
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