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Hunger Tastes Pefunctory
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Stuff? endless days and nights of fucking
spin themselves into a blur.
soft moans and primal grunts
puckering flesh
ripples around nipples
gripping hard plum
flashes of pain and extasy
fold over loving arms and
tangled legs.
a moment of respite
a quiet.
both of us hungry
but niether one of us wants to
get up and get
something to eat.
and thus it starts again
the room blurs
I won't lie. I was certainly
I won't lie. I was certainly taken aback but also transfixed on the normalicy you have approached this poem! Wonderfully sexy and raw but sensitive. Great write!
Thanks Ink. I really
Thanks Ink. I really appreciate you saying so. I forgot about this one. its been a while. glad you 'enjoyed' it ;)
Dont look for me, I'll find you ~Moonshadow
Hoping For More
encore! encore -- slc
Lol, I’ve posted a couple new
Lol, I’ve posted a couple new ones allets nice to read you again! Very busy lady thousands of writes in that index of yours!
Dont look for me, I'll find you ~Moonshadow