Face Fuck Book # 84—Villie

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Part 15 of the 66 part series

Updated 10/31/2022
Created 05/04/2013
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erectus123
erectus123
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Face Fuck Book # 84—Villie

Oh, there you are
Looking at you makes me tingle
Are you married still or single?
Still out there
Working at the box factory?
Or who knows where?
We met perchance at the baths
A friendship I thought would last
Small yet well proportioned
Filopean of origin
Handsome and erect
Not what you'd expect
From one who just imported a wife  
To start a family life
      only here a few months
You said
You caught her in bed
With another who you thought a friend
Should your marriage end?
What could I say or do?
I hesitated to advise you
I never met the Mrs. Villie
A cuckold is never silly
Yet the part of you I knew
Was perhaps foreign to the Mrs. too?
In a time of confusion
I fled disillusion
Crossing barriers that society erects
To keep erections heaven bent
You ass was firm and sweet
I found you cute, I found you neat
You were an afternoon treat
And I wondered if we should risk a meet
We met one day outside the factory
You seemed happy to see me  
We planned an afternoon of bliss
In a motel were we might kiss
With no one to interfere
To see or hear
So it came to pass
I fucked you in the ass
And afterwards you fucked me
I was curious to see
It was an effort for you to be
The top
No wonder your wife did stop
But no matter
       no one ever tried so hard, indeed
       in the end you did succeed
We met again a time or two
I guess something went askew
Many it was my fault being busy
Or yours caught up in a life so dizzy
Or you pref for bottoming, you know
All you had to do was say so
I recall how hard you tried
To please me till you almost died
While I had no problem pleasing you
 It was a natural thing to do
Some men are meant to fuck
Other to receive and suck
Villie
I don't know how your life's unfolding
I recall how tight you clung holding
       on to me, obviously  
       life had no place for we
Two stranded birds that seek one mate
We returned to perch upon our gate
At least I did, but what of you
What on earth did you do?
       When our time was through?
              I'd guess
                     someone else
                            is fucking you?

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erectus123erectus123almost 11 years agoAuthor
typo line 53

many it=maybe it it was my fault.....

erectus123erectus123almost 11 years agoAuthor
at last a decent decision from the supreme court

this poem is indicative of rational free thought on all subjects including choice of sex partners and those involved in the recent decisions related to same sex marriage and equal rights to marriage partners for pensions, hospital visitation rights and inheritance as well as recognizing same sex marriage as spousal rights related to INS residency etc