RE- AL...by Talile Ali
EVERY TIME IT RAINS IT POURS
SEEMS I GET IT MORE AND MORE
ILLUSIONS OF HOT PASSIONATE LOVE AFFAIRS
SCENT OF HOT SEX IN THE AIR
WHISPERS TIGHT IN HER SECLUSION
GENTLY WRAPPED IN MY CONFUSION
QUICK SUCKED INTO HER LAIR
MOIST AND THROBBING IN THE AIR
DEEPLY QUENCHED I AM CONSUMED
BY THE ACHING OF HER WOMB
LIPS MASSAGING MOST DEVINE
AS APPENDAGES ENTWINE
CRISP AND HARD WE DO SECUMB
TO THE RAPTURE OF OUR THIEGHS
A LITTLE HERE AND THERE MORE SOME
TO HELL WITH SCENIC UNDERWARE
TAKE ME UP MY ANGEL DARK
I ACHILLES NOW DO HARK
DEEPLY FROM YOUR WANTING CUP
MADLY DO WE GIVE IT UP
SO EXCITED WE DO SHARE
LUSTING GLANCES, WANTING STARES
FEEL YOUR HANDS RUBBED IN MY HAIR
GOTTA DO YOU EVERYWHERE
poem by Talile Ali
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