- Erotic Poetry
- Son Home for Holidays
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Joe whispers softly in Mary's ear
"Lets go to other room and play, my dear"
They hug heartily and fondle for a little.
His arm drapes her waist as they go thru the door
He strips his shirt, flipping it on the floor.
She runs fingers thru his hair, sniffs his scent.
He lists off her nightgown, tosses on bed<
proclaiming how he'll proceed to pleasure her.
"Sh! not so loud: he'll hear you," Mary said.
She opens her legs a little, longs for lips there.
Joes tongue tantalizes her tempting treasure<
Mary fumbles with his belt, he eagerly aids.
Her mouth takes the proffered prize,
his finger finds her flowing fluid fissure.
He spreads her wide, prepared to penetrate,
she stuffs sleepwear in mouth to stifle her
screams of satisfaction, so sleeping son won't hear.
Sated, they silently slump off, secret safe.
Z 26
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