My mind craves its guilty pleasures but my heart knows better
A lifetime ain't worth a single day
To combat my mind is terror, I prefer to just bare witness
Take yourself out of the frame and see the big picture
Yet these desires don't cease
I yearn for its taste
That sweet aroma moaning my name
Fertile mind filled with crops
I struggle to understand my harvest
The reward must be hidden in the labor
Hidden too well, it seems
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Author:
awanderer (
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- Category: Erotic
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Comments1
Everyone deserves playtime ... even adults lol its just that ours is a bit different lol.
I enjoyed your poem happy holidays qnd thanks for sharing
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