Nametag
It's his...
And I think he knows it...
Not that I've said it...
More like...
I curve perfectly to his dick every single time.
Like a missing puzzle piece
He...
Completes...
Me.
He can hit it from any direction...any angle...
And land perfectly in place.
The best moments are those...
When he slides in and stays still...
And then he exhales...
Like he knows that he's home.
And I think he knows it...
Not that I've said it...
More like...
I curve perfectly to his dick every single time.
Like a missing puzzle piece
He...
Completes...
Me.
He can hit it from any direction...any angle...
And land perfectly in place.
The best moments are those...
When he slides in and stays still...
And then he exhales...
Like he knows that he's home.
posted by ..Sue...Zette... at 6:46 AM
3 Comments:
That was a hot poem...damn it has been a minute since I had some tang...
I know your talented, but this one was really on point. I'm like Chris. It has been a hot minute since I got some.
Beautiful...I love it.
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