House of Poetry

 Am I addicted? Yes! I am addicted to you. Your body essence, Your wicked smile, Mole on your lower lips, Your flat curve belly, Oh! my goodness, How much am I obsessed with you? I want to feel your loud moaning, I want to be your reason for loud moaning, I want to feel your body heat, Your bosom, Your lips, Your ejaculating honeypot, Are more than enough to feel drunken, Then to drink any vintage champagne. I want a consent form signed by you, I want you to be totally mine, I desire that even your soul, Doesn't interrupt me when I am close to you, I wish that even your mind not allowed to think, When I am around. I don't know why people called me a sadist, But I think I am just a dominating man. You have always been an unsolved mystery for me, That has many layers inside, I want to unknot all the layers, And if it's problematic, I will cut it with a blade, Pain and pleasure are part of the human race, Then why feel it separately, We can enjoy both of them during our fornic

wild feelings, turbulence heartbeat, We are in lockdown Let's fulfill your fantasies. get enough time, To peel away our desires, that's stuck inside my head, From some time chocolate, balloons, wine, and music, We have enough stock of our groceries, Let's turn off the lights and bathe together, which was pending for a long time. We start with the mating kitchen area, Then we go inside the swimming pool, We continue that on our couch, Until the ottoman or one of us breaks.