Drink the milk, Drink it down
Erotic Poetry
Human Mess
Do not disregard, This human mess
Ride Me
Ride me lovely, I wish to see, Your charms bounce, To hear you scream
On Bended Knee
There was a time, I could have flown, Without your aid, I had not known
The Matron’s Peach
There is a place where burlesque is offered, With full crowds, and fuller coffers
You and Me
Your seed, my need, I come, you feed
Your King
Thoughts of your tongue fill my mind, On a midnight drive along the sunset line
The Merchant’s Wife
Dwelleth there a merchant's wife, Who thinks fondly of the knights
Bless Me Father
Bless me Father, For I have sinned
Good Boy
To serve you, divine, Our lusts so entwined
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