So Many Times
I thought I found the One,
It Feels Good
walking Hand in Hand,
It's Agony,
When walking Lonely Street.
So Many Times,
Left or Right,
Indicator,
Searching to Find.
Hoping She Follows.
Kisses in the Morning,
All I need is a Better Tomorrow.
The Love I give,
So Nourishing,
Much Pleasure,
Butterfly in the Tummy,
Baby Don't be Acrophobia.
It's Romance.
For a Standing Bus Ride,
Baby Hold on Tight,
Sneeze.
Ever Blessed,
Must be Holy,
Carry a Grip,
Squeeze The Two top lovelies,
Have Mercy ON Me.
Foreplay,
Press or Hold Run & Down Simultaneously.
'MERCY'.
Running Through my mind all Day,
Come Over Here.
Place your Heart on my Chest,
Let's Caress.
For every Heartbeat,
That's me simply telling
I Love You.
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Sean Noble
Poetry from the spiritual mind expressing Ways of creativity. Read passionately mini sadness, pure happiness. I have no Stripe account but will accept gratuity via PayPal. [email protected]. Thank you. Most High First Every Day.
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