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By Cynthia Roby

When your lust is done with me
I’m gonna need a hearse.
I’m tired,

You have twisted and turned my hips
pushed and pulled and
stretched my thighs
planted snatches of hair in my pillow
loved me in every which way a woman can be put
and then some more.

What kinda man loves a woman
so hard
so rough
yet so good?
I really don’t wanna know.
Hush up and give me more.

Category: Poetry, SNHU Student