Cunnilingus Poems - Poems about Cunnilingus

...small forest The small forest or the woods by the white road made of crushed sea-shells, was a place of enchantment Squirrels played here and had no fear of lone dreamers stumbling over oak root......

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...I see her in her pure white dress She is attractive but far from virgin allure She’s like a paper doll delicate and quick to burn Quick to drown under the dark cloud’s waters A witch child among ......

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...Possessed by animalistic lust In a realm of fantasies Sexualized beauties hands creep across their lover's skull Every breath stolen from seductive rose lips Bowing down in devotion, engaging in ......

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...A word has the power of magic, a presence so big it fills the entire room That word gives courage to those in fear It holds a nation together during the worst time of its existence A word gives tr......

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...Autodidact The small forest or the woods by the white road made of crushed sea-shells was a place of enchantment squirrels had no fear of solitary dreamers stumbling over oak roots. I used to wal......

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...For the accountant, the librarian, on this cold day there is no revelation. He will go his own way to the roar of the tinnitus in his ears. About our war what is there to say. Yesterday a flock o......

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...Her heartbeat echoes like a love moan in my mind, summoning centuries of refined romanticism soulfully enshrined, the contralto of her voice a fillatio upon the cock of my consciousness, through h......

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...Call me the magician, pulling rabbits out my hat, the 13th Friday Jason Voorhees stabbin at your cat, with hocus strokus powers when I use my magic wand, soft upbeat melodies are......

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...Call me the magician pulling rabbits out my hat, that 13th Friday Jason Voorhees stabbin at your cat, with hocus strokus powers as I use my magic wand, while upbeat melodies are sprinkled to a......

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.... Copper tone tan that contemptible soul not even my cutlass her knowing its quickness to make cutlets cured her cravings for me to complete counting ......

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