Vagina Poem
Deep between your quilted folds,
Stirring gently ’neath my nose,
Warm and wet, then pulled away,
To comfort me at close of day.
Shit, I think I just wrote a poem about toilet paper. Fuck. I’m so STUPID. FUCK.
FORGET IT.
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thistumblerhasane said:
No. Your toilet paper poems are more;
your quilted folds
nestling in my valley
softly caressing
make my anus clean
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