It's off the table
But I eat it
It's walking across wet tarmac in new shoes
But I walk,
Happily
I'm laying on a frozen lake
It's breaking and I don't care
You are the sweetest thing
Since sliced strawberries
I suck the juice
It runs down my chin
I'm playing with fire
But the burns are pretty on my skin
It can't come to any good
But to cum is so good
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Author:
W.R Zelman (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: April 22nd, 2017 13:31
- Comment from author about the poem: Sleeping with someone you can never have a relationship with... messy situation!
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Comments3
Oh lady.. love this !!!
Thank you, just a quick thing I scribbled at dinner eating strawberries!
Ha ha...a forbidden fruit!!!
Poem....
Very zesty. Great mix of metaphor and directness. Be careful, the fruit of such a relationship can quickly become rotten tomatoes. -Phil A.
as long as you enjoyed the experience and no one was hurt as a consequence, sounds fine by me.... nice little bit of explicit poetry never did anyone any harm ... N
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