My Goddess
A Erotic Poem Without You KNow What
Could I write an erotic poem about how I would like to stimulate you without any explicit content at all. You will have to let me know.
We'll go with "Kiss" by Prince to soundtrack this
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You are my goddess
I kneel at your feet
My lips kiss you there
Slowly exploring
Your skin
Your calves
Your warmth
Intoxicates
And now your thighs
My kisses inflame you
Open you more
My tongue is there
Parting your lips
Tasting your juice
Making you wetter
Parting you more
Then your beautiful tum
Is mine to enjoy
As we become closer
Enjoying our touch
I kiss and I bite
My bruising
A Memento
We finally kiss
I am inside you
A We Are now one
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Phil The Animal
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