- Erotic Poetry
- How Dare You, Jon
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A middle aged neglected housewife
Should not be living a secret life
And she certainly should not be happening
To be walking around with a juicy quim
But
That's the kind of crap that's been going on
Since she started chatting with you, dear Jon.
How dare you.
An overweight mother of two grown men
Should not be wearing thongs again
And most likely should not even care
How good her ass looks in underwear
But
That's precisely the type of Big Momma porn
She's been starring in since meeting dear Jon
How dare you!
A well socialized, spiritually grounded matron of society should not
Be dreaming of riding your cock
And she absolutely should not debase
Herself, by sitting on your face
But
These listed sins and so much more
Like fucking you down on the floor
Are the legacy that has been born
Since talking to you, my dear, dear Jon
How dare you!!
How exactly should she contend
With the state of flux
You've put her in
Climaxing at your will without fail
Constantly checking her email
Strutting around with new found poise
Groaning, emitting a strange noise
Feeling oh so very shaken
Since her body you've awaken.
How dare you?
- COMMENTS
Anonymousabout 7 years agoJon, Jon, Jon. Seems you're being a naughty boy. You lucky dog, you.
Anonymousabout 7 years agoThe alluring details in this poem could only have come from a real experience, meaning that Babe truly has been swept off her feet, almost against her better judgment. Her haunting question, repeated throughout, strikes me as coming from a woman who has analyzed the logic of their relationship, but then ignored it completely, opting to jump into that sea of sensual, romantic and sexual honesty. Great poem, Babe!
