#WritcoPoemPrompt12
Let her sleep deep,
Let us not weep,
For she is at her journey’s end,
Left with no memories to mend.
She left without a call
A call noting why she is gone
Her voice might remind me of her sporadic moan
She must have called or maybe she forgot


Her departure The opposite of sucking her nipples
I love to watch her lovely skin folds
To withhold My dick underneath her thick laps
And I know if time is abused she could make my dick flap
She...