- Erotic Poetry
- Without My Answer
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He gives no answer, yet he cannot leave:
His pants are opened, and my gentle hand
Is helping him to celebrate a stand,
That will encourage him. He will not cease...
To find the efforts pleasing, and the peace,
He feels inside, will build with my command
Of his intimate parts, as I had planned
To give him, when he came for the relief,
A quiet man considers to be right,
When I gasp admiration at his length,
And whisper awed: "that is such a lance Sir!"
Then tranquil men may grunt to feel the tight,
Interior of my throat, giving in to strength
That he can never lose, without my answer...
- COMMENTS
42Belowabout 1 month agoNice end rhymes, especially strong in the last two verses. Given the topic you could argue that it is an internal-end rhyme scheme if there were such a thing -well apparently in this poem there is. I also note there are some rather tricky ‘slant’ rhymes or half rhymes to start things off. But isn’t that equally what a hand job is? Not that I’m one to let a woman play with mine but I think I’ve just been ‘rhymed.’
Tail_Gunnerabout 1 month agoAnother 5-Star effort! ... I look forward to your poetry submission!
... AND -- thanks for the 'follow' ! ...
Take Care, Stay Safe
Levi
HottieOlwenabout 1 month agoIt's so hard to chat with a cock in your mouth
As your tongue works its' wonderful magic
But you were born to serve, so you continue to suck
Till he cums. You don't. That's quite tragic.
