- Erotic Poetry
- Her Sex-Creation
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A sex-goddess in human rags stood before me. In her presence,
I succumbed to uncharted helplessness,
inducing my begging words, “Can I please cum?”
My pathfinder posing as evil, I trust, made an ultimatum,
“Only if if you lick your sperm afterwards
and show me the cum on your tongue.”
I looked at fear-forested inescapability that we both conjured together,
and then asked, “Do I have to?” walking into a trap I know that’s there.
“Yes, if you want to cum,” she says, and adds, “My sex-creation.”
Stardust of a carnal depraved person of her design densified,
a new hand embracing a red mushroom-head without responding.
I massage my mushroom-head until my private white Big Bang explodes in my palm.
I lap up my own milky universe off my hand,
and show its remains on my tongue as her personal exhibit
for to vandalize with laughter.
I return to my mushroom-head. A second Big Bang erupts.
Then a third as I squirm with body-wide spasms, and collapse back,
spitting out cum on my chin.
