Ask for a poem that misses her. Every night we talk about everything! Sex is also talked about. At this time of the Spring Festival, you can ask people of insight to help you write a short poem. ...

My desires are endless.

Especially on a quiet night.

I have a great desire.

Drifting down one after another

A window lattice covered with branches

Lip vortex, chest, thigh space

Plains and distant mountains, roads and roads

Covered by my desires.

Because the next day,

They floated down again.

Quiet, bigger.

My desire

Mu Xin