carlos tajuelo

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I groan.....
A poem for your legs
Wrapped around the rhymes of my orgasmic death.
I groan....
A poem for your strong thighs
That saddle ride my pelvis into heaven.
I groan....
A poem for your wetness
That nourishes my skin, you are the water to my fire.
I, I...... I groan,
A poem to your Venus mound
That pulses victoriously in the hot, wet night sky.
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