More than words
More than a fluent tongue
My eyes bare my passions.
My supplications at your footsteps
To worship in your secret groove.
I feel like a tender suckling
Drawn to those swell boobs.
I desire you as a thirsty wayfaer
Longs for a cool gushing spring.
Oh...! those jutting boobs
That moves and stir my mood,
Let me into your secret groove
To labor and lay spent
On your soil and valleyof boobs.
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well,wht is the meaning of this ur poem?
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