A Dirty Poem

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This dirty poem is just for you
To tell you what I love to do.
I want to stip you to the buff
I just can't seem to get enough.
To feast my eyes upon you
Spread out for me to do
All the little loving things
That loving you just brings.
To see your cock get large with need
Ready to shoot sperm to my seed.
I lick its head, caress your balls,
I try to devour it all.
My cunt grows wet with want you see
I want you fucking into me.
I want your sperm to shoot inside
It's just a want that I can't hide.
To feel your hands upon my ass
Is such a thrill that I can't pass.
To feel your lips upon my tits
Our love is deeper though than this.
Our love began with just a kiss
It led to much more such as this:
A dirty poen just for you
Because I love you through and through.

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AnonymousAnonymousover 11 years ago
enjoyed poem

A very well writen poem enjoyed it

xwriterxxxxwriterxxxalmost 13 years ago
Nice 2 see

A woman with such a full on grasp of the word 'cunt' and not just as a substitue for a mans name

I gave a girl from work a lift once and the conversation turned to sex as it does...

But when the word 'cunt' came up she just went red...

'What? You prefer pussy?' I asked. Gash? 'Slash. Hole? Slit? Muffin? Luv Muffin? Oyster? Luv Oyster?'

Slowly her head turned to the glass of the passenger window and I can't remember if when it returned to facing forwards she had ever made her choice...

Are all these poems about one man may I ask? If so please tell us a little more about him. He's inspired so many!!!

:)))