Notice of absence from Alex PB
Writin' more and more poems is my job,
I shall write when Shakespeare is back.
Writin' more and more poems is my job,
I shall write when Shakespeare is back.
Come to bed with me tonight,
Take your gown off, turn off the lights,
Take your mind of everything,
I should be the only thing,
On your mind, on your focus,
You'll be the only thing,
On my mind, on my..
Don't be just, pull on my hair,
Put on your nails, my back won't care,
What's a few marks for a gentlemen,
What's a few marks for a lady?
What's a few kisses when you enjoy the pain?
What's some sweat and you got stuff to gain?
The echoes of your voice are beautiful,
It's like a ring toning in and out and I call you for more,
If you fall asleep, let me be your resting pillow,
I'll listen to your breath and heartbeat as I take it all in.
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Author:
APB (Pseudonym) (
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- Published: April 10th, 2025 17:10
- Category: Love
- Views: 9
Comments1
Sensuous and an invitation for a sexual encounter. Well written
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