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The door of words
The door of words fell heavy on me
As I opened the door
They covered me
I felt their pain
The words of love and sexual plains
Words weighed me down
On the ground you stripped me bare
You wanted to taste
You hungered for my naked words
My legs open wide
No words said
As you feasted on my wet words
Now in our poetic bed
Your hard quill my inkwell you splattered and spilt
With your wordsmiths tongue licking my breasts
Your beautiful quill
You pump it up
I feel your word rush
You lick my words like a sensual loving paintbrush
The bedsheets splattered with black ink
You stripped me naked
You ate my words
We made our own erotic verse
Your Naked Poet
Toria
20/4/2022
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