Saturday, June 14, 2014

Massa Poema

Every press is an inch closer
Every touch in getting deeper
The scent that embraces it's surrounding
Provoke my inner moaning

The touch of sweet caress
Is something to be cherish
In this soft skin it hide
In this warm body it slide

These soft spots I gain
I celebrate it with pain
The softness in my vein
Driving me insane

The calmness deep inside
Is something I cannot hide
This feeling of tranquility
Rebirths my personality

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