- Erotic Poetry
- Greg and Shelia and Greg and Shelia
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Click hereI once knew two girls named Shelia
one was hot, and one was not.
One had herself a vagina
but hot Shelia had herself a twat.
Hot Shelia was an Amazon goddess
cold Shelia a mousy mutt.
Hot Shelia had tight ass, big boobs
cold Shelia flat chest and butt.
I asked out Shelia on Thursday
the Shelia I wanted to fuck.
She laughed and said come Friday
and I better be ready to suck.
Her acceptance was quite puzzling
girls like her don't like guys like me.
But perhaps to her looks weren't important
or maybe we were just meant to be.
When I arrive at her house on Friday
a big smile ran across her face.
She was naked with legs spread open
with cold Shelia eating below her waist.
Hot Shelia was on a pillowed chaise throne
plainly and comfortably meant for two.
I started to sit down beside her
when Shelia said, "that's not for you."
Then a hot, naked gorgeous man
sat down and spread his legs.
He pointed toward his massive cock
and said, now suck, my name is Greg.
Hot Shelia laughed and giggle and said,
want to know something funny and true?
This little ugly worm's also named Greg
But he is nothing, absolutely nothing like you.
As I sucked Greg's dick and sucked it well
Greg hit me with a big stick.
Each time I felt so low and lonely
but knew the power was in Greg's dick.
My already pitiful thing grew smaller
as hot Greg's dick throbbed as a purple rock.
I then knew I had just a piddly penis
but hot Greg had himself a cock.
I looked at sexy Greg and Shelia
and pictured my own ugly body and face
then looked at cold Sheila beside me
and finally knew my place.
Hot Greg then fucked hot Shelia.
It was painful for us two virgins to see.
The hot ones turned to us laughing and said
what would you give to be me or me?
I later asked cold Shelia to dinner.
I tried very hard not to beg.
She said she was still kind of hoping
to go out with the other Greg.
A rose is a rose by any other name.
Mr. Shakespeare like to say quite a lot.
He was thinking of two Gregs, two Shelias
a penis and vagina, between a cock and twat.
- COMMENTS
MaxwellMarquisabout 13 years agoAuthorThe poem is not autobiographical. I was trying to make a point about how society and others judge on outward appearance, and how nothing else matters, not even a name. Hot Greg and Shelia have value, while cold Greg and Shelia do not, according to society. I wasn't saying it is a good thing, or bad thing, just the way it is. I was trying to do it in a funny way. I suppose the first person narrative confuses people.
Anonymousabout 13 years agowhy do u wanna talk mean about urself like that? calling urself ugly. bad, bad- u almost had a funny type poem here but ruined with that down talk like u did
