When looking in her eyes, the sweetness of hyper-active.
the hiccups as my heart beats for water,
Quench my thirst of desire.
She is a landmine, an explosion.
Tick, Tick, Boom.
her cherry lips when wet is a glass of wine
intoxicated in love.
Us together, our own little corner Mrs. Mop & Broom.
If infidelity was a house I rather sleep outside.
The sauce of her love is spicy,
Her legs, her thighs, chicken on a grill
she's walking on fire.
My furnace, lay your head on my chest, a King & Queen
this game of chess.
A sheep's coat place on my heart keeping it warm..
I love my name when you whisper It..
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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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