Moans
Escape
From my throat
As your deep licks
Cultivates the pink
Inside of my moist folds
Making them wet with yearning
Inflamed with the heat of passion,
As my body tremble with release
Blissful sensations overwhelms my womb
Etheree poem: Consists of 10 lines of 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 syllables.
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