- Erotic Poetry
- Ode to Sex
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We can do the Frog Squat, the Taste My Twat, the Wild Rodeo, the Reverse Mambo
We can try the Poolside, the Side-by-Side, the Tangled Spider, the Betty Rocker
Maybe the Cuban Ladle, the Rock the Cradle, the Ironing the Cracks, the Snuggle Back
How about the Reverse Hot Seat, the Take My Meat, the Slider, and the Sniper
I want to tease you, tempt you, fuck you and suck on you
You need to lick me, stick me, caress me, and express to me
I want to blow you, owe you, ravish you, and lavish on you
You should take me, make me, buff me, and be rough with me
I want you to order me to be your fucking bitch
Tell your dick, I have a place that needs to be itched
I am going to take all of you, every inch, in my mouth
I want to start at your delicious lips and head straight south
- COMMENTS
Anonymousalmost 16 years agoTell it how it is and how it should be!
Ya got me thinking of an Ol Oklahoma-ian flame; he was something else. Together we were something - while we were together it was great but He was a Player, a DJ, and admitting it now -- I was hanging my heart out there just to be used and taken for what it was worth.
It was 110% love from me though - the kind you'd give all of Yourself for : when you are Young and Dumb and Full of Ideals that hadn't been Broken yet.
Chemistry was atomic to say the least= I could TASTE him in a Room when I walked in it. Looking back, I felt almost feral over him; I even confronted a woman with a knife he'd spent the night with! AFTER he'd Fucked me! SO can you imagine how pissed she was when I asked her how my pussy tasted last night, in front of all those folks gathered there at an impromptu thing?
LOVE, Lust, and Lucidity = Hell on Earth when that Part of me died as He left the Islands and I cried.
I had lost a baby by travelling (stressed among other things) and yet told him out of ANGER and Frusteration.
Never piled on the guilt like some do. why am I ranting?
Its just easier here, I guess.
Marinetown, USA
