IT'S RAINING
CUDDLE CAUSE MOIST SOMETIMES PUDDLE.
Days thinking of her & writing poems
never seen or greet personally.
Calling me silly?
Am I that guy Silly Billy?
Loving someone I can't See or Touch
Our Love for sure It's connected.
Fools fall in love They Say.
This love is like hearing Prayers.
Baby listen words Of Truth,
Days I've envision telling you,
"Baby sit down on stiffy." "Oh Boy"
"Darling it's Oh Buoy." Underneath Wet.
DaddyBlem's playground for (U) Swing Song.
Fingers gripping sheet, neck tilt & hair lean back.
Whimpering. Baby talk can't hear (U)
"Boy You can. Middle finger Shh. "Oh damn"
Sweetheart give credit where credit is Dew.
Baby TBH back it up Underneath A Wash Way.
Rain outside knows Wet.
Inside her goodie splash splash, Tsunami
On her tummy splash splash, Earthquake.
Baby why complain Climate Change; It's Equal Rights.
All this time Yelling "I'm Coming I'm Coming"
Expecting Someone? OK Baby.
Caution!! Slippery When Wet..
Baby wrap me tightly Comfy Sheets.
Her Underneath Trap. Protect & Serve where's Condom🤷♂️
DaddyBlem's Sweetheart, My Babygirl Yes.
Mommies are Birth when water bags burst.
About the Creator
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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