- Erotic Poetry
- In Dublin Square
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In Dublin Square, I did there
Converse a lady who did flirt
Enough, I dared to lift her skirt
I spied a garment meant to destroy
My chances of ever finding joy
We reconnoitered to a park
Twilight was upon us, soon t'was dark
With an effort that rivaled Ulysses' hurtle
I struggled to remove her sacred girdle
And when her minge was clear insight
I rejoiced knowing it was my night
I took her there upon the grass
I slid between her thighs and ass
And entered into paradise
It felt so tight, so warm the splice
Afterward, she held me tight
Began to cry, "You'll think me not nice"
"No, my sweet, I find you dear
But it is sadly my last night here"
"Promise you'll return for me
I've nothing else to offer thee"
That was many years ago
The rain and storms and even snow
Have never washed away my sin
Many times I've thought of Gwynn
Her rosy cheeks her leprechaun grin
But life and marriage kept me here
Near deaf and limping, I drink my beer
And smoke an odd cigar or two
To pass the time before it's through
Remembering the thrill of youth,
the things I used to do
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