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Rose are red. Violets are blue. I want to slap my weenie in you

in the quiet of those fields
i felt you before you climbed
small hands against old bark
not afraid
just learning my shape
i knew your breath
before your fingers touched me
the way the air shifts
when something wants
to be held
you pressed your palms to my chest
as if testing strength
as if hoping i would move
i didn’t
not because i couldn’t
but because you needed something
that would not break
i held still so you could rest
let the owls keep watch
let the bees hum low
climb
feel how steady i am beneath you
how high i can take you
you call it sinking
but you were never falling
never lost
you were coming home

Turbo slut squirt on Martins cock.

Bang!
Bang !
Bang!

Cum bitch!

( my love poem)

Thanks for reading

Keep doing poetry your way. I write music the same way. Out of the box. When I majored in music, I drove my professors nuts.
I always said there's no such thing as a dissonant cord. It's just a chord that needs help getting from where it starts to where it's going.
Out of the box is what has pioneered music advances forever. In music and poetry.

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