The dos and don’ts of a great hard on


He came to think of nothing more
as I gave into the belief the dos of him resting in me, his penis opening me, suffocating the walls that have been closed what it seems like forever,

I spread like a rose that opens it self up to sunshine’s rays and dews wetness,

Giving life where life was not, taking me, alive I have become, twisted with hunger, passion controls the ora of the dos that he gives me,

Like ache I can only endure its pain, as I lay awoke to sexually desires and the smell of the odor that stimulates me,

We eyes opened I walk into its welling soul, asking for nothing put the dos of a hard lay,

A mixture of him and me, what a cumbo,

An all I say is take me,

As hell as no fiery like the fire that burns, I want him, his rise to fame, is what I make it to do, assisting with pleasure, my soul is damned for him, he plagues me like the lust I seek,

A seekers soul, sold to sex, giving away to the hunger I feel for him,

Yes the does of a good lay, the don’ts of not getting it,