- Erotic Poetry
- The Language of Swats
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The Language of Swats
A swat can be a special thing
The thrill, the blush, the little sting
The sound, a "whack!" for all to hear
The slap of hand on curvy rear
It tugs my pussy, grabs my mind
Yet lingers on my hot behind
It melts inside me, makes me damp
This message with a hand made stamp
A sharp command, and I respond
It claims attention, yanks a bond
Its meaning clear within my breast
Of all the kinds, These few are best:
The swat of "claimed" says "this is mine"
The swat "approval," "that's just fine"
Few can beat swat of "love"
"Hurry" hastens like a shove
The swat of "come" says "on my lap"
"I like this" means another slap
If swat "present!" lands like a shout
I quickly bend and stick it out
If "work it" claps on my behind
I rock and wriggle, squeeze and grind
One that all men seem to master:
"Giddy up!" means "ride me faster!"
The meaning of swat "Lost in Lust"
Is "Push back harder on each thrust!"
Last is one that leaves me sore:
The mix of two of those, or more
So slap my ass, it tells me straight!
Who says we don't communicate?
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