- Erotic Poetry
- Dear Sister
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Dear Sister,
I am writing you a letter and thought it would be fit,
To write as a poem to take the edge off a bit.
By now you must be wondering where me and your husband have gone ,
And the mess in the kitchen with the used black lace thong.
Well there's no nice way to say it, so let me be direct,
When your husband sees my huge tits, his 9 inch cock gets erect.
At first I tried to ignore it, as it would snake inside his jeans,
But my God your husbands long fat dick is the biggest I've seen.
It would take a girl a hundred dates to claim a cock like that as mine,
So instead of doing that, I decided to save a lot of time.
I could say he put up a fight and resisted all my charms,
But just one look at my big bare boobs and he was snug in my arms.
We would fuck at my apartment, we would fuck in your bed.
While you were sleeping beside him, I even gave him great head.
We'd fuck in the hallway, we'd fuck outside your room door.
After a full day of fucking, we'd even fuck more.
With my big booty and tits, he simply couldn't get enough.
Your husband, my dear sister, really does like it rough.
It's not that he despises you or wishes you dead,
It just that younger bigger and tighter is what he had wished he'd wed.
I've been fucking hubby for years, until finally there was a need,
To have my fertile womb filled to the brim with his warm and welcome seed.
It's with that I pass on news of which you'll love, I trust.
For your dearest sister Clara is now 7 months up the duff.
I could say it was an error or that I was not quite sure,
But the truth is while my tummy bulges, we plan for many more.
So farewell dearest sister, we have had to leave this land,
If it makes you feel better, I'll be safe in his strong hands.
I'd write a longer poem, as I know you must be cut,
But the truth is while I'm writing this, he's about to bust a nut...... inside my bigger butt!
Fuuuuuuuckkkkkk!!!
Lots of love,
Clara
PS Sorry about the last verse. I really didn't mean to curse. But you know how good he is when he hits the spot, with that massive cock..... Once you start rhyming it's kind of hard to stop.....
