Is It Poetry - Two Constant Nymphs

The diary of a woman two are mad.
What I want and why I want your dreams.
When you open up your lips
I feel you touching more than tongue.
Make believe and lovers crimson, Stefanie.
One likes girls
and one like boys they don't know.
If you don't feel the stubble on my face.
And hike your skirt here let me show you
up around your panties down around your knees.
I think it's normal when you come.
And the pillow muffles sucking bedroom sounds.
Your panties smell like peaches.
Green apples hers smell like except the seeds.

Is It Poetry

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