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The Art of the Naked Poet
The Art of the Naked Poet
She stands tall like a Goddess
All you can see is her words of beauty
Clothed in a robe of her sea of words
They are her naked raw words
They bring women and men delight
Time and time again
Her robe removed
Her naked beauty revealed
Yours to view
Her red lips you want to kiss
Her breasts
You salivate
You want to bite
You want to lick
Your heart beating quick
Hands on buttocks
You smell her naked scent
Her rose petals you want to explore
You feel her heat
You feel her flame ignited in this passionate game
On your knees you want to please her
She is the Wordsmith of your pleasure
Addicted to her words
She has her you in her web
On her back
Your head in between her thighs
You lick
Her sensations rise
She is bruised and bloody from her sea of words
You lick her wounds
You harden into her wild river
You travel deep deep into her nakedness
You feel the words of your Goddess
Sweat and moist
Moans of pleasure
You fondle her at your leisure
You f*^k her poetic naked raw words
You make her come
Your poetic Goddess
She whispers her poetic verse
Your Naked Poet
Toria
26/8/2021
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