Sex Sonnet 7
Raw! His red pen fetch for more top designs
Her paper squeezes and her table shakes
Thus, he fears to keep writing his free signs
She can't say if it sucks or really aches
Soon the paper becomes so wet in chain
And the depth of his free writing was deep
His cum couldn't appease her groaning pain
Yet, it was a violent and intense weep
Down the lane, it rocks and frequently rocks
Above the cliff is a roaring silence
And the pale innocent heart got more shocks
Of his unrelenting push drowning bunce
Should she vomits that messed love without trace
She will be ever thankful for the grace
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Copyright © Olabosoye Wemimo Olaoluwa | Year Posted 2022
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