EXOTICA

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    EXOTICA

    Laying me on the bed

    I gaze into your eyes

    Anticipation and excitement

    Juices running down my thighs

    Kissing me softly

    Caressing me slowly

    My body is calling

    I want my king to hold me

    Hitting my spots

    Causing my body to quiver

    Screams and moans

    In satisfaction I shiver

    Your pelvis to my pelvis

    Your lips to mine

    Your loves so deep

    It taps my spine

    With delight and pleasure

    I please you inch by inch

    And devour your love

    Without a synch

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    Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

    LYRICALMISS’s Poems (3)

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