Poems from deamterraa
My pussy is sticky with dirty thoughts of you
My mind is slippery with puddles of what could be true
My soul is trippy, it possesses the...
Hand on hand, skin on skin, touch touch
Sliding in your fingertips, touch touch
Blood is sauntering, energy is wandering
Both through the...
Let me fuck your body, make love to your mind.
You do not critcize, simply coincide.
Just like the leaves, you shall fall in time.
Like...
I'm sorry that I'm so sensitive.
I'm sorry that I feel whole when you speak.
I'm sorry that I'm relentless.
I'm sorry for being weak.
You'...
Your lips give juice from the sweetest fruit.
Your dick gives pleasure like an unworldly treasure.
Your soul is not humdrum; it's much...