His hands on my hips,
His teeth biting into my shoulder
Hard, deep thrusts,
Filling me, Making me moan...
I can feel him deep inside me,
The feeling of fullness
Heat and that bite of pain.
I’ll fuck you with my throbbing cock,
I’ll pleasure you with tongue,
My hands will cup your gorgeous tits,
I’ll fill your cunt with cum.
You’ll beg for mercy, beg for more,
Poetry from the Land of ID -- 02
More smutty clerihews; this time with a more foreign feel.
It was often said that Moliere
Abominated pubic hair;
But the fluff around a woman’s arse
Was his inspiration to write farce.
Poets’ Corner Pt. 02
Poetry From the Land ofby
Postcards From Barcelonaby
Prose Poem Prolixby
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