tagErotic Poetrythe Raven (-Haired)

the Raven (-Haired)

byWyld_Writer©

Now, upon a midnight journal As I ponder on a kernel,
over many a journal full of ego and forgotten boors,
while I typed it, late night lunching, suddenly there came a crunching,
as if someone gently munching, munching on a carpet floor,
"'Tis my popcorn," thus I sputtered, crunching on my bedroom floor -
under foot, then nothing more.

Ah, distinctly I remember it was here this week, December,
and each seperate dusty bunny played a show upon the floor,
Eagerly I wished the morrow; - for a Dyson I would borrow
From my neighbor, Amy Darrow, Darrow married, years now four -
For the slim and brunette MILF, who asked for sugar from next door.
Nameless voyeur wanted more.

An unveiling, but uncertain rustling of each window curtain,
Thrilled me - filled with voyeuristic errors never felt before;
So that now, to still the throbbing of that part, I stood repeating
"'Tis some eager lady treating, through our windows, opened more -
Some hot, eager lady's greeting, through our windows showing more.
This is it, now please me more.

Presently, my cock grew longer, hesitating then no longer,
"Miss," said I, "or Missus, truly your disrobing I implore
But the fact is I was lunching, and so gently came your scrunching,
And so fair you are here munching carpet on my neighbor's floor,
That I scarce was sure I saw you, laying there on Amy's floor.
Darkness then, and nothing more.

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, stroking, nearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams this man had never dared to dream before,
But the silence was unbroken, and the darkness gave no token,
And the only words there spoken were the whispered words, "next door?"
This repeated and an echo murmuered back the words, "next door!"
Merely darkness there next door.

Back into the chamber turning, in my hand my heat was burning,
Soon again I head a crunching somewhat louder than before.
"Surely," said I, "surely, that is someone at my window lattice;
Let me see then, what this treat is, if it's not a trick some more -
Let my stroke be still a moment, and this mystery explore -
to see the women there next door.

Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and fluffer,
In there stepped the neighbor, Amy, and the friend I saw next door,
Not the least obeisance made she, not a moment paused to greet me -
but with munching on my neighbor, laying on my bedroom floor -
laying on the bust of Amy, sixty-nining on my floor
Munched and lay there, nothing more.

Then these lez-bi friends beguiling my fantasy into smiling,
by the grave and stern decorum of the countenance she wore,
"Though your mons be shorn and shaven, you," I said, "are sure my craving"
Pale, blue-eyed, this lady raven-haired, she wanted pussy more,
Tell me, lady, what your name is, here upon my bedroom floor.
"for tonight, I won't be yours."

Much I marvelled these two mainly who could intercourse so plainly,
though her answer little meaning, with a grain of truth it bore,
For I cannot help but watch them, living in the moment, being,
Even though I'm blessed with seeing ladies on my bedroom floor,
Her at least upon the sculptured bust of Amy from next door,
without name, upon my floor.

But the raven-haired was moaning, on the bust of Amy, groaning,
these two words, as if her soul would in that moment then outpour,
Nothing further then she uttered, for her tongue and lips then fluttered,
Till I scarcely more than muttered, "more than friends you are next door -
On the morrow you will leave me, as my fantasies before."
Then she blurted out, "want more!".

Startled by my stroking broken by reply so aptly spoken,
"Doubtless," said I, "what you utter is for cock and balls galore..."
"Caught from some unhappy master, without mercy, slave's disaster,
cumming fast and cumming faster till he was one minute's bore,
Till the dripping of his cock was not performing as before,"
Said the lady on my floor.

But the raven-haired beguiling all my fantasies to smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of ladies on the floor,
Then upon her velvet pinking, I betook myself to sinking,
Hot flesh unto hot flesh, thinking what they need I've got in store,
What these hot and lithe young ladies lying on my bedroom floor
wanted coming from next door.

Thus I sat, engaged in guessing as we fucked, bodies expressing,
all our heat while burning pussy dripped on Amy's bosom more,
This and more I saw colliding, with my cockhead easy sliding,
Into cushioned, velvet pussy that my neighbor's tongue flicked o'er,
But whose velvet tongue was flicking, Amy's pussy licking o're
I'm so glad they both came o're.

Then, methought, the air grew denser, purfume from the pussy's sensor,
swung towards me by neighbor Amy, tinkling on the bedroom floor,
"Wretch," I cried, "You just should not pee, on the carpeting beneath me,
"Pissing sprite, you must now lick it, clean it off my bedroom floor.
"Quaff a queef! My quim was cumming" said my neighbor from next door,
"merely squirting on your floor."

"Prove it!" said I, looking evil, "prove it now," you hot she-devil,
With my temper set to tempt her, tempt her to me on the floor,
"Do me next," she dearly wanted, while my manhood stood undaunted,
On this thought my mind was haunted, by two ladies, twice to score
"Is there - is there cum for two there? tell me, tell me, I implore!"
Said my neighbor from next door.

"Prove it!, begged this hot she-devil, "prove it like Evel Knievel.
By your cock that bends in both us, us two ladies on your floor,
Tell this soul, the one you're laid in, that you twice can't be unladen,
shall not collapse on this maiden," said my neighbor from next door,
"Fuck us both, please fuck some more."

Be that word a sign of starting, as her pussy lips were parting,
"On your back," I pulled out coming, Once tonight is my first score.
"Let your black-haired friend I'm poking, say her piece" She's not yet unspoken,"
"Let her love your cock unbroken. fuck her now upon your floor
Quaff my quim, he'll cum once more"

Then the raven-haired moved, sitting, over Amy's mouth emitting,
cum upon the lips and bust of Amy, fucking on the floor.
And her eyes have all the seeming, of a nymph who's more than dreaming,
As I cum in pearly stringings streaming from my cock once more.
And out of Amy liquid dribbles, flowing down her thigh once more,
Cumming, squirting on my floor.






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