My tears wetter then the space
Between my thighs
Thighs? Thigh high?
Thigh high like the
Socks I wear to feel
Nice.
Nice like the grown men staring
At my thighs
Oh to feel high to not care
And only feel air
A pleasurable moment I say
As hyper sexuality tears
I always end the day with the same wetness between my thighs.
With tears rolling down from my eyes.
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Author:
Kris.V (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: The feeling of being hypsexual the downsides
- Category: Sad
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Comments3
The feel of sexual focus is highlighted here and runs through this poem. Well expressed.
Nicely expressed feelings of sexual focus
Fascinating read... 😉
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