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NYMPHO...MANIAC

She holds the title and key 

To his saucy bedroom secrets 

Her body language is specific

Only he can interpret her signs

A little while stopped, felt like forever

She was desirous and wanted being laid all time

His lapse may have been limited

But for her,he increased his pace and aimed faster

She wanted more and couldn't stop

With a fast thrust on his side like a speedster

He kept giving until he became frail

She gave him a time of grace

Because he needed space

But when sensual call came again

She couldn't resist

And he was a victim again

Dead or alive she never cared

Her palm were filled with craftiness of (Greek god)

And so all dead bones raised again

He became a prisoner of her potency

And became a wimp with his flaggy rod

Satisfied yet? No she wasn't

But she was ready to give him a chance

A chance around early dawn

When his vigor comes back in again

She is a monster of ecstasy and pleasure

She gets what she wants whenever

Call her a beast

But Some beast don't have goofy teeth&whiskers

Some are dressed in lacy lingerie

To kill his will and a be his bedroom secret


  • Art drawn and edited by me. An illustrations for the poem*
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