Loins Poems - Poems about Loins

Being horny The open up emotion The need Moans and Ah’s Love unleashed Body heat in temperature rise Bodies unite formation Kisses through the interlude Pure smooth Desire having no end Eye to Eye Yells into multiple shouts Passion working it out Ultimate motion Serenity like an ocean Love sensation Climax Satisfy and relax Happy ending ...

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Burning with passion my loins are aflame My eyes are quite round, really going insane Becoming quite unsteady My mind is like spaghetti Her stuff makes me quiver, pulls this old guy's chain...

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Those Rosy Red Lips That Stir These Loins My sweet lover, let thy long hair glow bright, upon memories of love and our first night, as the aura of this morn's gleaming sun, gifts us a love, that can not be undone. My sweet lover, beg I passionate kiss, when sleeping, your soft touch I do so miss, those rosy red lips...

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Burning with passion my loins are aflame My eyes are quite round, really going insane She's primed and ready My mind's like spaghetti Her stuff makes me quiver, pulls this old guy's chain...

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Burning with passion my loins are aflame My eyes are quite round, really going insane She's primed and ready My mind's like spaghetti Her stuff makes me quiver, pulls this old guy's chain...

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Burning with passion my loins are aflame My eyes are quite round, really going insane She's primed and ready My mind's like spaghetti Her stuff makes me quiver, pulls this old guy's chain...

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Burning with passion my loins are aflame My eyes are round, basically going insane She's primed and ready My mind's like spaghetti Her stuff make me quiver, pulls this guy's chain...

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Had I, been I, would I have been born in the all time of all of things positive Spanish, esp the Flamenco fragrance of all things love, life and flourish casting all pertinent fate to a tortured wind. Cassanova to the Don Juan and their principle of love all for all making in a time...

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HUNTING THE LOINS My heart is too weak to call for helps Finding a suitor that has sight is like training for biceps Which assurance is decided on too many things Luxury is a perfume that attracts the availables Only for my soul to refuses their lies called valuables Quench my taste of what it is to live Buy me space in...

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