I met a guy
It was fast
He was fly
I saw a tortured soul
in his beautiful coffee brown eyes
Deep did he grind while in between my thighs
Such a pleasant and welcome surprise
I met a guy
It was fast
He was fly
I hope to again meet, and repeat, repeat
Drunk and intoxicated by his redolence
I want him again and again
Want it to never end
I met a guy
It was fast
He was fly
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Davidalanwayne (
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Comments1
so enjoyed reading your poem
so direct and acute, yet
wonderfully enthralling..
thanks for sharing
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