A Man and A Woman - V

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Part 5 of the 5 part series

Updated 10/31/2022
Created 10/27/2005
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LeBroz
LeBroz
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A Man and A Woman - V
~Novelty~

Daily toil done, home for some fun;
She sets the rules, lays out the plan,
"Tonight's your fantasy, let's take it slow."
Romantic meal sets the tone
A little wine just adds to the glow;
Bed time comes early, she has him wait
Till she calls out, then they can mate.

Takes the stairs, two at a time
Anticipating his treat she says is divine;
There on the bed she lays panty clad,
"Here's your dessert, come work your way up."

Sips at toes begins his quest
Licks and nips and gentle breath;
Feasts upon her quaking legs
Panties wet by tongue's embrace;
Slides them off not using hands
There revealed a shaved delight;
But no ... there's more;
Instructions follow ~ her Post-It note says,
"Entrance in Rear."

His fantasy dreamt, she'd always denied
Turns her over, control tossed aside
Pushing forward, he just can't stop
"Oh God, Oh God..." all that he hears
As he soars with passion's hammer, he misses, "Stop dear!"
The rhythm now set, he's lost all control
The height of the moment, all that he knows
Moment of ecstasy, too long denied
Collapses to sleep his sleep divine.

Next day at work
Clock's ticks are sweet torture,
Work runs too slow
With thoughts of an encore;
Reports are written, memos filed,
Finally with clock's chime
He shoots out the door.

Home at last, meal so quiet
Took as a sign of his stellar performance;
Off to bed early, he simply can't wait
Bolts up the stairs again, two at a time.
There on the bed, lays on her side
Must not want foreplay, just a quick ride;
Panties pulled quickly for his sweet access
But no ... there's more;
Instructions follow ~ her Post-It note now says,
"Closed for Repairs."


Copyright © Leon Brozyna 2006


LeBroz
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13 Comments
DawnJDawnJabout 16 years ago
Awww!

How poignant! Poor bugger!!

lr_katt_pawslr_katt_pawsabout 17 years ago
loved it

that was awesome. Very Descriptive and I loved the flow....the end was not expected and sooo made me smile.

tribalbutterfly77tribalbutterfly77over 17 years ago
A new fan.

Awesome Poem!Loved all of these but this one the most!

Sorry to get back to you so late but you left notes on my site and I wanted to say thank you for them. They were very much appreciated.

SweetDealSweetDealalmost 18 years ago
LOL!!!

I'll never see a post-it note in the same way. I bet my man would love to see me using post-it notes in this unusual way. I may have to surprise him ;-)

Terrie

CaPic267CaPic267about 18 years ago
Too Wicked!!!

Leon, Just like a man, the way this guy plays, thinking with and using only the lower brain. No wonders we have to fake it so much (and it's so easy to do, with him using the wrong brain). Not like someone else I knew. CP

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