- Erotic Poetry
- The Poker Game Waitress
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The young little thing is molested
by their gaze and hands, evermore
to the curves of her breast, and her
protruding and suggestive butt,
forever to serve as Daddy’s slut.
Cigars and smoke, Daddy grins
at his little tramp, and wants to
pin her down in her middle, but
wait till the game is complete,
she’ll be ready, wet, and in heat.
The lecherous talk is dominated
by groans and dirty laughter, the
pleasing type to the teasing men,
she wants them to be in her after,
but now they stalk her with eyes.
Their caress, suggestion, and dirty
comments make for an enticing
evening. She sits in her man’s lap,
flirty, and a treat to the gentleman
who’d like to give her a slice.
Twenty with the valley of cleavage,
she bends down to serve the drinks,
her old man, sixty, and making nice
with her body. The moans escape
the men, for she is small and ripe.
A ripe little fruit for the picking,
Daddy plucks her from the tree,
and in return, she sucks on him,
as the gentleman are pulling off,
glued and blinded by what they see.
