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Soul rest ...
Yes, the creaking of the pen in the empty wilderness;
Neither voltage nor anxiety
I tried, alas, could not
While writing a pamphlet,
Which makes no sense ...
And yet in this headless
It makes sense: not in the text, and the neighborhood -
Leave no vacancies
For critics, that in ...
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Yes, the creaking of the pen in the empty wilderness;
Neither voltage nor anxiety
I tried, alas, could not
While writing a pamphlet,
Which makes no sense ...
And yet in this headless
It makes sense: not in the text, and the neighborhood -
Leave no vacancies
For critics, that in ...
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I am deeply pessimistic now:
organism zahalturil sensitive,
and disturbing the peace of life
gushing turbid instincts flow.
I wanted you to spasms,
to hiccups and pain in my side ...
But to reach orgasm in absentia - -
i am sorry I can't do that.
Me animal is the beginning
managed first ...
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organism zahalturil sensitive,
and disturbing the peace of life
gushing turbid instincts flow.
I wanted you to spasms,
to hiccups and pain in my side ...
But to reach orgasm in absentia - -
i am sorry I can't do that.
Me animal is the beginning
managed first ...
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The night is short
The clouds are sleeping,
But a spy creeps into my pants
Playful your hand ...
After anxiety
Pulled the trigger
And enter into combat readiness
Without you, I simply would not be able to.
Though I am almost a stranger with you - -
You and my friend made a cock.
And his like
You wish again ...
We are friend ...
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The clouds are sleeping,
But a spy creeps into my pants
Playful your hand ...
After anxiety
Pulled the trigger
And enter into combat readiness
Without you, I simply would not be able to.
Though I am almost a stranger with you - -
You and my friend made a cock.
And his like
You wish again ...
We are friend ...
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I write, coming down from heaven to earth,
Pornographic passage.
It will talk about how napping
Wishlist hidden vernissage.
Here is a young man ... he is very sad
He sees the virgin tender camp,
He is ardent, sensual, skillful,
Its member is like a giant.
Member rose, code dashing maid
Under the shadow of the tree in the shade ...
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Pornographic passage.
It will talk about how napping
Wishlist hidden vernissage.
Here is a young man ... he is very sad
He sees the virgin tender camp,
He is ardent, sensual, skillful,
Its member is like a giant.
Member rose, code dashing maid
Under the shadow of the tree in the shade ...
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(Leave the author’s original view of love to the reader’s judgment - Approx. D)
Young handsome Janko
Italian loves Bianca,
Invited her not to booze
That handsome restaurant.
He watered, watered beauty
Cognac, wine and vodka
And I wanted to drive her in the throat
Dick huge like a chunk ...
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Young handsome Janko
Italian loves Bianca,
Invited her not to booze
That handsome restaurant.
He watered, watered beauty
Cognac, wine and vodka
And I wanted to drive her in the throat
Dick huge like a chunk ...
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A girl in a white veil walks through the halls of the palace,
A quivering glance rushing at the beauty of the tile.
Maybe looking pictures, or came on business?
What is impatiently nervous, looking for it in the corners?
I rushed into the dark hall, went out after five minutes.
Just the girl was looking for where it is more convenient ...
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A quivering glance rushing at the beauty of the tile.
Maybe looking pictures, or came on business?
What is impatiently nervous, looking for it in the corners?
I rushed into the dark hall, went out after five minutes.
Just the girl was looking for where it is more convenient ...
Read more →
Erotic stories "Poetry"
Category of erotic stories poetry shows that sex and in poetry is beautiful. Here you will find small quatrains, long poems, blank verses that are dedicated to sex in all its manifestations.