Poems from daejackson
A freedom of expression
a true definition of exacping the world
the moment the ink is relaesed from the pen
the truth are my feelings...
The Imaginary vision of your big hands gripping every inch of my hips and thighs caressing them oh so gently . Biting on my collar bone ....
Is it The way I sway my hips to the beat of promiscuity .Is it how I flip my half shaven head with pride.Is it the confidence in my walk...
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