The muchness.

Andrew Deaton

I love you so much.

My muchness grows.

 

From the tip of your nose.

To the end of your toes.

 

The bottom of your feet.

To the top of your head.

 

Your beautiful face to your sacred space.

The way you strut with that beautiful butt.

 

You make my soul scream.

You make me cream.

 

I love to love you so.

Gentle and hard with all of your scars.

 

I love you from your heels.

To your head.

Your sex appeals to me greatly.

 

You make me wanna cry every time we die together.

Tears of joy with our little toys.

 

I feel like a little boy.

When we play together.

 

Your body is my playground.

I always want you around.

 

Your big round ass does make me gasp.

I can not keep my hands off you.

  • Author: Poetic Burrito (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 7th, 2026 16:17
  • Category: Erotic
  • Views: 1
Get a free collection of Classic Poetry ↓

Receive the ebook in seconds 50 poems from 50 different authors


Comments +

Comments1

  • sorenbarrett

    Passion, sex, seduction all in this poem. Nicely done



To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.