- Erotic Poetry
- I Love Making Love To Married Men
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Wives of the world better lock up your husbands
Hide them all away from me
One wild, hot and horny woman on the loose
Looking to get wet and wild with your man
All night long
In a private motel room I'll give him what he says you never do
Cos honey unlike you
This much about me is true
I love making love to married men
24/7
I can never get enough
Again and again
Moaning
Groaning
I keep them all coming back for more
Answering my erotic classified ads
Promising the ulimate in pleasure cos....
I love making love to married men
At the office I'm the one keeping him late
Doing our best work on top of his desk
Leaving my lipstick on his collar for you to find
Yes, honey, that's my perfume you smell
The scent of the woman destined to take him away from you
The woman he dreams about while holding you
Honey, that woman is me
The one inviting your husband and all his friends who wear rings
To come late night knocking on my door cos....
I love making love to married men
So very bootylicious
How can he resist?
Deep down in his cheating heart
You and I both know the real score is this
Instead of sleeping in your bed tonight
He'll be in mine
Giving all he's got to the other woman in his life
Oral sex manic
Anytime, anyplace, baby
Ramona loves making love to married men
And yours, dear, is the one I enjoy making love to most of all
2009 Ramona Thompson
- COMMENTS
Anonymousabout 15 years ago"the woman destined to take him away from you"
I am not one to judge the sexual activities of others as I enjoy the company of married men as well. But here is where you are seriously misinformed. Fuck married men all you want, but seriously, know your place, for your own sanity at least. You are not the real deal, you are icing.
And your poetry is substandard. Be honest. You cannot really believe these things.
