Come To My Bed
Patronizing her inner streets with cool lust-hawking
she’s compromising flaunted standards with kiss-talking
gentle but impolite
a sweetening soft fight
started like a hard script ending in sweet love making.
Copyright © Funom Makama | Year Posted 2017
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