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This a poem basically about a sex-addicted couple who trashed a room at the holiday inn xD Enjoi! ^_^


Submitted:Jan 15, 2012    Reads: 52    Comments: 2    Likes: 2   


you look so beautiful, with your skin against mine
losing control, crossing every line
your amazing, with your back against the wall
screaming and scratching as you take it all
blood rushes to my head as it enters your mouth
they always say it gets hotter down south
Whips and chains break my skin
we trashed a room at the holiday inn
and with that bed that was oh so clean
we made it look like a murder scene (oh)
play nice was not our motto
fucking like an M60 on full auto
they call us rough and they called me a freak
but, i get more than them twice a week
when we're together you give me pure bliss
but, i must ask if you can hit harder miss
sex is the drug that we can't deny
but, it's not the only thing that get's us by
we are human when we're not in bed
at least that's what you have always said
It's not over, are you crazy?
It's only been two hours and we're not that lazy
I'm just quoting you so please get feisty
There's always more flavor when your spicy
it's always liked the way you stare
making me realize that this is fair
you give my pain that turns to pleasure
by that standard, there's a lot to measure.
Sex is the drug that we can't deny
but, it's not the only thing that get's us by
we are human when we're not in bed
at least that's what you, have always said
I think i may have gone to far
my bruises and cuts are beginning to scar
if there's one thing I've learned from this game
is that this is our drug, and it stays the same




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