Me and my bf a poem
Tender fingers traveling slowly in the direction of my burning core with each inch a fever controls me I cannot help but beg for more Sweet love turns into a filthy game Letting the inner b**st swiftly out To be relaxed or to feel ashamed? Oh, forget the bl**dy questions for now! I turn my head and see your eyes burning An innate man’s thirst for my petite curves Next thing I know, I find myself swerving To face you backwards, a little treat I’ve learned You are my one and only, my gentle...