SMUT
"Its my fault for craving for you bad, but I blame you for my lust"
Drunken, my cup overflows with lust
I've desired you form sober moments past.
- Flesh over love -
With a mind heavy with desires, I stare
Coarse is my wanting of you and I. Smut.
By:
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Aristo Dos Santos
CuPid Poetry
“For Those You Love and Adore”
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