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Poetic Door
Please, please, Mr Fireman don’t knock down our the poetic door
For our poetic bed is red hot
I know you feel the steaming heat
I know you see the burning golden flames
It is only my words of poetic lust
That burn and scorch my number one fan
Like a phoenix he does rise again
His hard red hot hose
Just knows where to go
As he devilishly teases me
He f**ks me so deliciously
So, Mr Fireman please don’t interrupt our poetic f**ks
For my words do scorch and burn red hot
My number one fan makes me come
He caresses my a**e
As he dips his hose for my number one fan knows where it goes
His head between my open thighs
Is where he feasts on my wet words each night
I am his Naked Poetess
So please don’t interrupt our poetic f**k
Your Naked Poet
Toria
23/5/2022
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