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Click hereA pussy
It's true, you become all pussy at times,
the room-filling, pungent announcement
of your arousal stopping my breath
with my responding arousal.
My compulsion
to answer the call of your pussy,
my readiness
to worship at the soft source
becoming the centre of my altar
soft curves, lines and outlines of your presence
lead me, single-mindedly focussed
press my lips to your heaven
bowing to all of you
in my communion with your cunt
which grows around my tongue
around my finger,
my fingers
you are hot, slick, cavernous, yielding hole
swallowing
and your hand, pressed upon my head
is the servant of your pussy
when all of you becomes pussy
focussed, demanding pussy
you are become mere scaffolding,
rigid, shuddering scaffolding,
soaring orgasmo-pussy,
you are become all pussy.
your radiant smile
in the quiet after-calm
you mean, I understand in awe,
infinitely more to me
I'm no poetry critic, so I won't try to formulate an in-depth analysis here. I'll simply say that this poem turned me on in a wonderful way.
I don't often read poetry, but I think I am about to start. This is what I want to be thought of me.
Wow, I don't know about your titles, but your poetry is fantastically graphic but gripping. I can feel my own pussy clenching as it recalls behaving like that. Sweet!!!
Once again, the love and tenderness is there at the end of the sexual act with the woman in this scene. Even when it's over, you draw that little bit more from the experience, taking the reader beyond the very satisfying raw sexual energy and rampant pussy fascination expressed in the poem as a whole.