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My husband was on a business trip in May.
In Finland, that's lucky
And we are to the country in the suburbs
Go. Around bloomed!
Heat! And I still remember
Cars stuffy cramped
Iron, beer, strong sweat
From them smash a mile away
Suddenly with a sense of surprise
Through your thin jeans
I'm behind ...
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In Finland, that's lucky
And we are to the country in the suburbs
Go. Around bloomed!
Heat! And I still remember
Cars stuffy cramped
Iron, beer, strong sweat
From them smash a mile away
Suddenly with a sense of surprise
Through your thin jeans
I'm behind ...
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The word swing came up with bourgeois
They call them svalny sin
That is, it's just a dump
When everyone has everyone.
Do not understand my friends, what is "this" in this?
It seems that this is only when the couple forgot the word honor.
For them, love is just a word,
Forgotten on the Sabbath
They are not...
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They call them svalny sin
That is, it's just a dump
When everyone has everyone.
Do not understand my friends, what is "this" in this?
It seems that this is only when the couple forgot the word honor.
For them, love is just a word,
Forgotten on the Sabbath
They are not...
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Dedicated to the teacher
— 1 —
The bell rings — lessons are coming.
That mathematics is already a term.
Valera enters - chest, legs ...
(The author of these lines is at the desk)
— 2 —
Lost the rest of the hero.
Knock on the heels of the heart.
- Oh my God! What is there? ...
Where stockings end.
— 3 —
To the board Valerochka ...
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— 1 —
The bell rings — lessons are coming.
That mathematics is already a term.
Valera enters - chest, legs ...
(The author of these lines is at the desk)
— 2 —
Lost the rest of the hero.
Knock on the heels of the heart.
- Oh my God! What is there? ...
Where stockings end.
— 3 —
To the board Valerochka ...
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I triumph. I am a sultan!
And the mother is the concubine ... The sofa,
According to my order,
Decomposed. Apparently, never
Albina did not go to bed
So desperate. (On mother
I looked with pity, I confess.
But voluntarily refuse
From the role of husband, lord
Already could not). Albina
Trembling ...
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And the mother is the concubine ... The sofa,
According to my order,
Decomposed. Apparently, never
Albina did not go to bed
So desperate. (On mother
I looked with pity, I confess.
But voluntarily refuse
From the role of husband, lord
Already could not). Albina
Trembling ...
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We sleep and do not suspect that we live in another world ...
but excitement is an ordinary human feeling and
need, like nutrition, emptying, breathing ...
So what is this to be ashamed of?
Life in a dream and ... in reality.
Part 1 Dream of dreams
***
He slept peacefully in a cradle;
I wanted to ...
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but excitement is an ordinary human feeling and
need, like nutrition, emptying, breathing ...
So what is this to be ashamed of?
Life in a dream and ... in reality.
Part 1 Dream of dreams
***
He slept peacefully in a cradle;
I wanted to ...
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On the green lawn little boy
catching up with each other, frolic with might and main, - "Short Course" and other ridiculous books
they are unknown ... and - boys, as in paradise,
at the winding river, forgetting everything -
oshalev from freedom - grab for ...
and, fooling around, laughing like little children, - the bell ...
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catching up with each other, frolic with might and main, - "Short Course" and other ridiculous books
they are unknown ... and - boys, as in paradise,
at the winding river, forgetting everything -
oshalev from freedom - grab for ...
and, fooling around, laughing like little children, - the bell ...
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.