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Click hereThis poem was in inspired by the stories I wrote/am writing about the twins who were turned into sexual empaths by a lightning strike. Enjoy. It's meant to be fun!
She fucked me in the bedroom
Upon me she did sit
I smelled her sweet perfume
As I bit upon her tit
She fucked me in the bathroom
She fucked me on the floor
We came with lots of spume
And then we did some more
She fucked me in the den
It really was divine
She fucked me like a twin
And tied my hands with twine
I fucked her in the kitchen
I fucked her on the counter
My cock began to twitch
When I climbed up there to mount her
We did it on the stove
It made her really hot
When deep in her I drove
It made her cum a lot!
I ate her by the pool
I sucked her juicy clit
It really made her drool
When I fingered her a bit
She stroked my big long tool
I nearly had a fit
When I said let's play some pool
She pulled me there with it!
Let the game begin anew
Place your balls in my pocket
Just take your big long cue
And stroke them like a rocket
We did it in the study
She gave me dirty looks
I made her turn to putty
When I read to her from books
Bending down real low
I strummed her magic fiddle
She stroked my long hard bow
While I tongued along her clittle
She sucked me in the car
When we went to 7-11
As I drove her like a star
She sent me right to heaven
Arriving back at home
I'd had enough of it
Looking in the chrome
We knew we had to quit
We never had this fever
Before the lightning came
Having struck us like a cleaver
It's been a whole new game!
This poem was written to be FUN, for those readers of my story about the twins. It rhymes EXACTLY as I intended it to: 1/3 and 2/4. It reads well when "I" read it. Some verses have more syllables than others - so who cares.
Most poems I see here don't even rhyme at all! I suppose they would rate 1/2 of 1, ydd?
The rest of you, please enjoy it! I do.
I look forward to finding out about sexual empaths, an interesting concept.
In this poem you need to go back and pay some more attention to your rhyme scheme and your meter. If you intend to write a poem of structure, then how it sounds to the ear and feels to the tongue become quite important.
...........I need to find your stories. I WAS fun - thanks.