A weekend poem

Step through the threshold to an altered state
A place to play naughtily with my playmate
With walls of red and oh, if only they could talk
Tales would abound of the dirty woman and her sexy walk
The horny man with the inky black eyes
Looks like he is experiencing a rise
Down below things are moving
As he gazes at her grooving.
She belongs to him and is at his beck and call
As long as he promises to always catch her if she falls

One thought on “A weekend poem

  1. spiritblack says:

    Great poem. Very descriptive


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