House of Poetry

I hold you, I hug you, I kissed you, I excite you, That you came with me to bed. I grab you, I strip off your clothes, I make you be in lingerie I will be on your top, To raise your excitement to head. I kissed you softly, I kissed you hotly, I strip off your bra, And kissed on mid of it, To make you breathless, I buoy you, To break your coy, So you can play with my toy, And I play with your bosom, So I make your fire rise on to the top. I strip off your underpants, I kissed your navel, And enjoy the vodka shots on it, I suck your pussy such way, It raises the limits of excitement, Now you can't hold your excitement Now You beg me, Now you get to strive for my body, Still, I am enjoying the fingering, Too and fro deep inside.   smile at your face takes care of my feelings shinning of your nosering allow me to role over allow me to ride from the back. ahh..! ahh...! of your sound the moaning while wiggling the cumming at your extreme the humming and at last the continuous various so

The deepest desire of mine, To hold you tight, To feel your warmth, To penetrate you deep inside, So that you always be mine The deepest desire of mine, To touch you, To feel you, You are my butterscotch ice cream, I am never going to waste you not for wine, You inspire me a thousand times, You cherish me all time, You made me a believer, You hold my energy inside you, That I can reach at cloud nine, Marks of your nails, Love bites of yours, Says thousands of emotions, That's you hold for mine, I am never going to lose you, I want you to be always mine.

  I want to  get hide From all the people around me, So that no one is affected, With my dark past, I want to get hide From all the people around me, As I have a sensitive past, Because I don't want to hurt them anymore, Yes, I am a murderer, Yes, I killed my friend and girlfriend, Yes, I could not control myself that night. Because they betrayed me. The girl I loved so much, The friend whom I trusted more myself, Both of them cheated on me, Yes, that's why I killed them, Because they hit a dagger on my back. People do not understand what pain I have gone through. People do not understand what has passed on to me. Just today people are afraid of me for my past. And they now hate me. It would have been nice if I had died. Jail would have burnt my corpse. Everyone was the same there. Time was made worse by some. Some were made evil by society. The pain was in everyone's eyes. Everybody was scared inside, But he was happy, Because they also know somewhere, Because they no long