My Two Favorite Girls! Pt. 11

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Love (lust) poem written for my wife while she was traveling
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Part 11 of the 27 part series

Updated 06/09/2023
Created 07/31/2019
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Good Afternoon, Girls!
(Smother me!)

To you they’re nothing special, nothing much,
“An average bust, a pair that tends to swing
While kneeling, taken from behind” and such.
You often scorn my girls, yet I must sing
Their praises day and night! Oh, how I pine
To see them, feel, caress them, pinch and suck
Them, yet I’m torn twixt cravings most divine:
To smother in them blissfully, or fuck
Them, binding them with ardent ropes of white.
My Girls! My sweet obsessions and delight!

Good Afternoon, Girls!
(Omg please smother me!)

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ParisRoseParisRoseover 4 years ago
Don't worry

Don't worry about it, baby... this person obviously didn't know what the poem was about... I love it and I love you!

L1ter0t1ca33L1ter0t1ca33over 4 years agoAuthor
“Incarcerated creep”?

What makes me a creep (incarcerated or otherwise) for being in love with my wife and obsessed with her beautiful breasts? Seems like an oddly harsh comment to leave (unless you just misunderstood what the poem was talking about). Whatever - you’re entitled to your opinion, of course.

AnonymousAnonymousover 4 years ago
You are

one sick incarcerated creep

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