You're spoiled because you're loyal.
No wallet could ever afford ya.
No lawyer could explain
The crime I'll commit,
Should ya take you
Love away.
So,
How do we express
A feeling we feel
Just the same?
We can go anywhere
With this mind frame
Ecstasy is a bedroom away.
Full grown.
No mind games
To be played.
Opened wide;
Don't let it dry.
I'm not here to play.
Please me at any time
In any way.
If punishing 'it' is a crime,
Then I'll give you life.
In between my thighs,
This is heaven,
You can't deny.
If you do,
The first lick is the
Tangiest.
Lick twice.
While we both
Wide open.
About the Creator
The Vivid Dreamer
Awkward to love. Quick to give. My reality is within my words. Esteemed Queen saved me. My life is a bestseller.
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