- Erotic Poetry
- Testosterone's Squall
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I look at her and the embers glow
My mind it blasts into space
Visualizing this miss hot and naked
Straddling and working my face
Her flowers scent of lust in bloom
Excites every particle, cell, and pore
I sniff, snort, and inhale her bouquet
Constantly craving just a wee bit more
To taste her nectar instantly intoxicating
Swirling my tongue from hood to taint
Then I bury it into her pink twat pot
Wondering if she is an embodied saint
She rides my face like a whore from hell
With the passion and grace of a heavenly soul
And when she inhales my throbbing cock
Her salacious talents I will graciously extoll
Then reality smacks me between the eyes
Well, actually a lamp post jumped out at me
A randy man caught in a testosterone’s squall
Adrift once again in a day dream’s stormy sea
An Original Composition by:
Quivering Quill
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