trying not to give in
because I miss him ... and his jokes
just him around
lurking
listening to his voice
giving me this feeling
wanting
needing
that unknown energy of lust
raising the temp
to 90 degrees Celsius
sweat for me
no rest
all work
using his handy tools to fix all my cures
pumping muscle
left ... right
left ...right
getting what my money is worth
a job only a man
is certified for
my Mr. handyman
he'll always come
for a cum
making sure the job gets done
my hand- D man
put in overtime
no matter the call
wealth help is needed
to plunge it
plug it
or whip it down
he put in that time
cause he knows
that
cha!..
cha!...
ching...
follows behind it
a hand for a hand
always know what to do
never have to tell him the problem
we get straight into it
yes
a handyman every woman wants
a man who knows how to get it done
then leave
but wait
before you go
Mr. handyman
I got another job in need
- Author: Seeds4 poetry ( Offline)
- Published: December 14th, 2023 22:25
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 1
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