My master of the darkness put the empty glasses next to the bed ,
cover my eyes with your underwear that is wet.
Light the candles, the moon ist weak,
We are alone but not sick.
I feel your bite under my skin,
The blood is not freezing
The desire is increasing.
The wound IS bleeding
the glasses are full ,
this is not a nightmare
And i dont have any reason to scare.
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Author:
Pocev_Gjoshe (
Offline) - Published: December 22nd, 2021 12:27
- Category: Erotic
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Comments1
a nice poem, very sensual
Thank you Katie !
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