My poetry whore
Spread your lips for my rhymes
: Your legs for my stanzas
: Feel the insertion of my couplet
: My haiku wandering over your chest
: My limerick running its lines through your hair
: My verse overflows you
: As my quatrain quivers
: Feeling your sonnet explode
: Our prose cumming together
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