Wild naked poetry dance, or: Rhythm

prisoner to wild naked poetry dance
devouring broken steam god's fire
delicious dark magic poison drink
morning liquids throb with rhythm
ferocious wet sex coffee blush

56 thoughts on “Wild naked poetry dance, or: Rhythm”

1. Want to bless a prince with my coffee
   He came asking for ferocious sex to wet my thick dry land and here I am screaming for more😂😂😂

2. Needs more coffee right😂😂😂😂

   1. Don’t all of us, Omoleye?

      -David

      1. 😂😂😂😂😂

3. Very cool!

   1. and fun! 🙂

4. I could hear the drums, the guitar, the saxophone while reading this, that’s how good it was. Was the perfect length too 👌🏽

   1. That is so kind. Thank you very much!

      Yours,
      David

5. […] you can make fridge poems on the internet. Hat-tip to The Skeptic’s […]

   1. 🙂

6. What fun!

   1. I know!