Nothing Poetic
bywhowrotethisshit©
There’s nothing poetic about asking you to fuck my ass.
But there is something
in the way your fingers burry into the fat of my cheeks.
The way your breath catches when you spread me apart.
How you kiss my shoulder blade while I stretch and whimper
This BDSM poem in NP stirs up SM juices in Sadistic Hearts'n Minds!!!
bywhowrotethisshit©
There’s nothing poetic about asking you to fuck my ass.
But there is something
in the way your fingers burry into the fat of my cheeks.
The way your breath catches when you spread me apart.
How you kiss my shoulder blade while I stretch and whimper
This BDSM poem in NP stirs up SM juices in Sadistic Hearts'n Minds!!!