Buns Poem by Aram Stefanian

Buns



She loves my buns
So round and firm
Made to be lashed,
Kneaded and licked

She likes to stroke
And pry them apart
To disclose the hole
And shove it up

To rape me fast
I am so intact
That she feels disgust
And blinding lust

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Aram Stefanian

Aram Stefanian

Yerevan, Armenia
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