My Two Favorite Girls! Pt. 13

Good HumpDay, Girls!
(What are you waiting for?!)

We’re taught that it’s unseemly to discuss
Such hedonistic pleasures of delight,
To speak about your tits, or clit, or puss.
Yet, call it what you will, it just seems right
To unabashedly give my heart sway
To fixate on you, cherish, and obsess,
To write or speak in praise of you each day
Of all your virtues, covered or undressed!
So let me take this moment to imbue
A verse or two with other parts of you :-)

I fear, in my own shallow way, I fail
To adequately scribe with lusty words
The beauty that is you! They all seem pale,
Weak reflections, and at best absurd!
You certainly are more than perfect breasts,
(Yet I admit they do my thoughts enslave).
And barely have I touched, I have confessed,
(Yet how can one as I but help to rave
And laud with merest words) your beauty ass -
Enticing, so inviting, beauteous!

Those southern curves that fail not to entrance
Of which, until of late, I scarce took note
(Distracted by the Girls’ hypnotic dance
In case you had not noticed, as I wrote,
Already of such stir of heart and pants!)
But honestly what other butt but thine
Was destined to my deep devotion snare?
To pinch it, hold it, grab it, make it mine
In every way that you are wont to share!
I’ve come (and cum) upon it, oh such bliss!
And yearn to fix on it eye, tongue, and kiss!

Now having touched upon sweet derrière,
(Though volumes of its virtues could be writ)
I long to travel round and touch you There,
(In spite of my discomfort as I sit ;-)
For all the clever words in all the world
Penned of your body, from your head to toe,
Of pent up lustful longings e’er unfurled
Are ever fixed upon one channeled goal:
Just thinking of it gives me butterflies,
That warmest velvet valley of your thighs!

That glorious sanctuary, heavenly place!
No mortal man would e’er, once got inside,
Himself remove, unless to kiss your face!
(Not then if at the same time he could try!)
To feel such pleasure and to know such pain,
As one who’s tortured ‘til returned again!
With fingers, tongue, or shaft to penetrate,
Abiding there with nearly anything
That serves to please that place I venerate
With but one aim: I live to make you sing!
With pleasure, pain, whatever you desire,
My goal, with each encounter: take you higher!

“But soft, what light through yonder window breaks?”,
(To quote the Bard, I borrow fairest line)
And what, ‘bove prior attributes still makes
This mortal husband’s visage smile and shine?
Your face, of course, that which first caught mine eye!
(You doubt, because on other parts I dote,
Yet truer words have ne’er by me been wrote!)
We’re older, true, than on that day we met,
Though time to you has been so gracious kind!
Now touched, perhaps, by faintest wrinkle, yet
No other face has so bewitched my mind!
I wish for more convincing words to find!
Perhaps you’ll be convinced when ninety-nine!

Regardless of your faith in what I say,
(I’ve not yet sung the virtues of your mind!)
You do I crave, to touch you night and day
Or even just to gaze upon what’s mine!
Your neck, your ankles, lips and gorgeous legs
I’ll e’en bejewel and fall down at your feet!
For every gladsome inch of you I’ll beg
Just like a dog that waits upon some treat!
I cannot find a plainer way to speak;
I love and lust you so! Accursed week!

Good Night, Girls!
(I cannot believe that it’s only Wednesday!!)