Poem.

I feel him grip my thighs

His strong hands spreading them wide

I pant as I stare with passion into his lust filled eyes

No better feeling than watching him rise

Breathing heavily at the way our bodies colide

Touching ,kissing,doing what grown folks do

Becareful that’s how you create little ones uh huh very true!

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