albot george


More Of You, ! ! ! - Poem by albot george

If you could not see today, in my eyes the passion I have for you
Then you need help, because my body aches inside for you
As much now as it as every done.
I want you to make me, a promise, now.
The next time that we do, I want you to offer yourself to me.
You bring the mask; you can put it on your self
And lay in ready for me, and I want this in righting
That is, what you’ll do for me.
And then I’ll show you how hungry I still am for you
Do we have a deal; you don’t need to phone, or text a friend

You are not even hear with me
I can still smell the moister that comes from you
And all of the sweet pleasure that it bring

Now you might, understand or have a clue
Why I am so hungry for you

XXX
I think I’ll just ‘lynnger, hear for a few minutes more
Before I go and have a shower
XXX
LOVE YOU MORE! !
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Poem Submitted: Sunday, March 31, 2013



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