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Her (a poem for a special girl)
I wrote this poem about a young woman I once knew and wanted to be with, but could never bring myself to tell her how I felt.
Her
I would love to take her to dinner and a movie.
I would love to take her to a nice hotel room with a Jacuzzi tub.
I would love to watch her take off everything but her **.
I would love to slowly pull down her ** while I smell the fragrence of her juices.
I would love to see her naked.
I would love to put my ** inside her and feel the warmth of her body.
I would love to carry her into the bath.
I would love to bathe her everywhere.
I would love for her to bathe me everywhere.
I would love to carry her, wet and naked, to the bed.
I would love to lay her down and open her legs.
I would love to gently rub her ** and ** and watch her get excited.
I would love to feel her juices flowing out of her and onto my hand.
I would love to lick her **.
I would love to lick and ** on her **.
I would love to make her **.
I would love to french kiss her.
I would love for her to ** my **.
I would love to ** her **.
I would love to lick her **.
I would love to ** in her mouth.
I would love to ** on her **.
I would love to ** her.
I would love to look deep into her eyes as I ** inside her.
I would love to impregnate her.
I would love to feel our baby growing inside her.
I would love to see her giving birth to our baby.
I would love to drink her breast milk.
I would love to give her a night to remember.
I would love for her to be mine forever.
I would die if she knew I felt this way about her.
You rival Robert Frost. Absolutely beautiful poem. I would love for her to read my poems.
Do You know that poems have to be written eighter on the old english or as your own hometown accent, also you can't use those street dirty words (** - ** - ** her - **.. and all the dirty weird sentences) If you told anyone of this poem she would fall asleep and dream of her fantasies. If you thought my comment is a little rough, this is all because honesty is the first thing I say. So good luck with the girl.
Poetry has no rules. Let him write what he wants.