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Vagine Mamour
Wafting through a pinkish dream,
She resonates above,
A Princess, nay, Galactic Queen,
That permeates with love.
She is hovering, alluring, musky
And savouring the scent
Of thoughts impure,
Vagine Mamour
She wipes her full-moon residue
On my face,
Marks its place
She beckons me to kiss her
On her lips, hold her hips
And pull her lotus down
Commence my growling
Devouring, de-flowering.
Quipping, tongue flicking, licking
At the petal
Rousing up the stem.
Her springtime plumage
And potent pollen,
Ripened for the picking
Vagine Mamour,
More...
More...
L’amour
Vagine Mamour.
Clawing
At her blossom
Pawing,
At her possum
Start brushing at her fur
Lick her dewy pores
Left me wanting more
Of her liquid cure...
Mmmm, Divine
Vagine Mamour
Nothing surer
Vagine Mamour
Divine Vagine Mamour...
xDamo
Comments
emily messner
16 years 4 months ago
Interesting:))))))))
Damo
16 years 4 months ago
Thanks Emily, glad you
emily messner
16 years 4 months ago
your welcome
Damo
16 years 4 months ago
I have read this one a
emily messner
16 years 4 months ago
Cool:)
Damo
16 years 4 months ago
Awesome - you should totally
emily messner
16 years 4 months ago
ok!!!
weirdelf
16 years 4 months ago
Love the poem!
Kailashana
16 years 4 months ago
Lush, majestic and arousing
Damo
16 years 4 months ago
Thanks Jess - and though
weirdelf
16 years 4 months ago
fuck metaphor
Kailashana
16 years 4 months ago
….but are you feeling us?