- Erotic Poetry
- Pushada
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Pushada.
Or,
In a tight hole in Japan.
I was in Japan business and my clients fixed me up for the night.
As I entered her she cried out 'Pushada' so 'push harder' I did with all my might.
In and out. In and out. In and out it went.
Pushada. Pushada. Pushada she'd cry, until I was spent.
Throughout the night I'd take her again and the same word she would cry.
Pushada. Pushada. How her response to my thrusts made me try.
In and out. In and out. In and out it went.
Pushada. Pushada. Pushada she'd cry, until I was spent.
Never had I had a woman who'd wanted it so.
Never before had I been in so tight a hole.
In and out. In and out. In and out it went.
Pushada. Pushada. Pushada she'd cry, until I was spent.
I awoke alone and she was gone then I heard a car outside.
I looked down upon her and she looked up and I could see she had tears in her eyes.
In and out. In and out. In and out it went.
Pushada. Pushada. Pushada she'd cry, until I was spent.
Never had I had a woman so full of passion and yet remained was so tight.
As I thought back to our time together I could hear her call in the night.
In and out. In and out. In and out it went.
Pushada. Pushada. Pushada she'd cry, until I was spent.
At the golf course later I had a spring in my step.
I selected my club and addressed my ball as we made a little bet.
In and out. In and out. In and out it went.
Pushada. Pushada. Pushada she'd cry, until I was spent.
"Pushada." "Pushada," my client called out.
"What's wrong?" I asked. "Wrong hole," came his shout.
In and out. In and out. In and out it went.
Pushada. Pushada. Pushada she'd cry, until I was spent.
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