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Cruel Romance

Romantic poem with a twist...
From the curve of your smile,
To the taste of your lips
I cringe with pleasure
The sound of your voice,
The low moan in my ear
My body craves reluctantly
With the feel of your hands,
Your hard caress
My flesh tingles
Your patient urge,
The tension in your every move
Excruciating ecstasy,
It hurts so good
The power of your rhythm,
The arch of my back
Your love, sinfully mine.
How was it?
Bad
Okay
Good
Great
Excellent
By
Published: 9/3/2011
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