Kissed On Your Neck [sexual Unrhymed Poetenry: Poems Of Ten Lines] Comments

Lit a candle, Creating a romantic milieu The butterfly in my hand flitted to the flame of the candle! O Allah, Allah, I cried, what happened! That was the end of my world of love!

So close that you could feel my breath, Which was hot as the pressure cooker! Sorry dear, my kiss on your neck gave you 3rd degree burns. And I had to carry you to the local hakim in my manly arms for salve and ointment to cure your burns!

Butterfly on a hot pressure cooker. What a friendly exposure! !