- Erotic Poetry
- Filipina Almusal
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Filipina Almusal.
( An evocation of happy memories of waking up with my Filipina lover and starting the day with an intimate breakfast. "Almusal" is the Tagalog for breakfast)
Pink and moist, and hot, and tight
debauched by pleasures of the night
framed by belly, hips and thighs
topped by those, most dangerous, eyes
desired by many, fucked by few
I'm no more to be fucked by you,
the greatest prize in True Love's power,
posession of Rose Mary's flower
My tongue has been there many times
to trace out those delicious lines
anus, septum, pussy wall
my tongue has dallied on them all,
your labia and pubic mound
that I, so carefully, shaved around
and beneath that monkish cowl,
awaiting eagerly my tongue's prowl
yearning, lusting, lewd, lascivious
my darling, your voluptuous clitoris
No more my tongue will trace that path
and in your shorn cunt work its craft
but I remember every lick,
and suck and blow and other trick
and in my mind I wander back
to slither down that long lost track,
Forget? Regret? I never shall
My Filipina almusal.
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