****be It Poem by HAZEL Calumarde
****be It
so be it
come devour- all of me
and don't leave any
left overs drives me crazy
i was once and that stupify me
so please, i can be whatever
you like it to be
a lips so beatiful and tight
and red and colorful
delighted emotions
i will paint in my soft moans
on your rectangular table
of diamonds and gold
i just don't wish you
left me unfinished
eaten as if
you don't love me
perfectly.
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