She comes to me, Prime,
Asking for my presence.
Soft words in my ear...
Soft kisses on my lips...
She exits stage right.
Another follows closely behind,
Offering grander rewards.
An exchange between hands,
A service of the flesh.
Act over. Lower curtain.
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Very sensual. I guess love can sometimes be an act. Damn, friendship zone.
ReplyDeleteThat, was hot. Man I have a poetry fetish. XD
ReplyDelete@ Lyndsie, I read about your poetry fetish. That one was just for you. ;)
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