Our Loving

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Hyades
Hyades
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Our Loving

I feel your hands upon my breasts
My nipples rise 'neath your caress.
A moan escapes my parted lips.
Brought about by your fingertips.

Within my loins there starts a fire
Fanned with need and my desire.
My imagination runs amuck.
I can hardly wait for us to fuck.

Your hands move downward to my thighs,
I open them eagerly and heave a sigh.
It's been so long since you've touched me there,
My anticipation I can hardly bear.

You gaze with lust on my moistened slit
Your fires of desire are surely lit
And with a moan you plunge ahead
And bury your cock in it's hot little bed.

I raise my legs and spread them wide
I want every inch of him deep inside.
Our bodies slap out a frantic beat
As you stuff me full of your manly meat.

Our breathing increases as does our moans
As our climaxes are nearing the blast off zone.

You've shot your sperm into my cunt
Those little buggers are on a hunt.
They want my egg with which to mate
Now it's up to Mother Nature and fate.

Hyades
Hyades
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ermmmermmmover 12 years ago

Yes it is lustful more than love, personally I would change the end, but damn good nevertheless!!

awesome job

AnonymousAnonymousover 12 years ago
Crude verse

More lust than love.

I liked the first stanza, but the choice of crude words throughout the poem put me right off.

'As you stuff me full of your manly meat'

This line says it all - the image it evokes is of a butcher stuffing a turkey not two lovers in passionate love making.