poetry about quickie

Warning : adult content.
(there. done)

Make me cum
Slip me toung
Give me some

Touch my breast
Feel my chest
Hear my confess
Give my best

Heat is hot
Cold is not
Night is shot
Love is sought

Feels so good
He so could
I so would
We so should

Let’s get down
Not get found
I get pound
Don’t get sound

Time to go
You’re to slow
Nothing to show
Know one to know

Penny L. Poore