lust rolling burning seething
like a living thing inside me
i want to take you and make you
bend to my will
what is this inside me
is it madness, is it passion
is it just male hormones
running wild
that make me want to possess and use
you wildly, tie you up and strip
you down, make you moan and scream
my name
not leave you any choices
get you heated so you want
to be taken hard and long
all night
sating my wild passion
with your sweet and tender body
easing the wild hunger that i have
for you


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- posted by Roadkill Poet @ 5:14 AM