- Erotic Poetry
- Pulp Fiction - Poem 1
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“Sometimes it is better to lay.”
Said a man, desperate and in need,
While jerking his dingy away
For he couldn’t release his seed.
Shrinking down until it’s gone,
He was crying with big tears,
There was nothing to be done
To wash away all of his fears.
With a lady’s picture in one hand,
And Netflix on the big black screen,
His brain refused to make it stand.
“Stand up dick, why are you so mean?”
“Pleasure, breasts, thighs and crests…”
He repeated many times to come.
“Leisure, tests, eyes and guests…”
His brain would still refuse to cum.
“Oh, dear god, make it stop, for I can bear no more,
I need a woman in my bed tonight,
To make love with, to penetrate her lovely core,
And to regain my very splash of light!”
As he imagined, a brunette woman comes right in,
Jumps in bed and lays her whole body onto him,
Jolting up and down, back and forth, and more,
Until he released his juice inside her core.
And so, the story always ends with one happy ending,
Man and woman reunited in the pleasure of the mending.
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