The Other Side Poem by Yan Lee

The Other Side



In the darkness of the room,
the bride waits the groom
meeting each other soon
touching there body in gloom,
creates a lot of mess
a sweet feeling of caress
gently rubbing the hands in the chest
moaning in every thrust
lost within a blast
is this pure lust? ? ?
i guess its not
more on a nightmare of disgust...

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