‎My first I think,

Slim and real

Time ticks,

Rumor came to me

He reached her clits

Never changed a thing

My love for her being

I saw my unborn kids,

Her carrot breast, fully loaded many pastimes arose me

She wants nothing

Slowly murmured to me,

I want sincerity

I want to be your everything

Her father’s wealth

Thought I steal

My mother’s creche disciplined me

She took forth plan b

I wept and grieved.

A man like me

Beat one I throne a queen,

Happily did he marry

Presently guarding four playful kids




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PenAStory is a group of young individuals with a passion for literature who have decided to come together to write under one platform. We seek to educate, inform as well as entertain our readers. Also, because we are targeting young literature lovers, we would like to touch on other interests of their lives hence the relationship category and because we all need a bit of motivation in our lives, we decided inspiration won't be so bad
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