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Cub4ucme
Cub4ucme
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I tasted you in the sea-winds
long before you stradled my face
before you painted my cheeks
with your spilled offerings

It was a nymph dream
all of them naked at my disposal
I tweaked nipples with my toes
bewitched my dick into ten cocks
my serpent tongue forked
for multiple accomodations

I love to fuck, that's right
I said FUCK, it never leaves me
this desire to mount the girl
at the check out counter
to suck the breasts of
my best friends wife

I have neanderthal dreams
my cock a flamed torch
I take them in the dark of night
leave them moaning, spent,
laying on a smooth rock
their chests rising and falling
like freshly baked bread

I love to watch them recover
to know that it was I who
took them to that place
where they lost all control
when they discovered
life beyond their traps

Until you came along
with your demanding tone
your magnetic aura
calling me, teasing me,
pleasing me, taking me
to the places I took them
to for so long.

I pay my pennance now
in your dark room where demons
come to life feeding me your fire
while I satisfy you slowly
one demand at a time

I have been reciprocated
in the presence of your power
you bleed my will from me
then laugh as I lose control

I am a slave to your touch
the willing slut, like all those bitches
laying on the smooth rocks
catching their breath.

Cub4ucme
Cub4ucme
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WickedEveWickedEveover 17 years ago
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For me, these lines stood out:

...

it never leaves me

this desire to mount the girl

at the check out counter

to suck the breasts of

my best friends wife

I have neanderthal dreams

...

on a smooth rock

their chests rising and falling

like freshly baked bread

like all those bitches

laying on the smooth rocks

catching their breath.

Some sections of the poem don't really appeal to me, but overall, good poem.