TWO HARDCORE EROTIC POEMS




FEMINEMPIRE OF THE SENSES

You guys know what it’s like you
perfectly performed
three or four ways of prelay foreplay
Kissing eager lips sucking erect nips
Licking down body
Slowly
blowing
on the cooling
saliva snailtrail
salivating at the
thought of
who’s to
come
Onwards
Inwards
Transfer tense attention
one thigh to the other
Teasing licking biting
nearer…nearer…
Hear her
whine and whimper moan and groan
Delicate dripping tender tripping
touch of tongue twisting on
tip of lips of clit of slit
Bonefire of the senses
squirming senseless merest
hint of hit of tongue on
button
But on into the
wet warm meat
of matter
Meet her
halfway to oblivion hard
surrogate cock substitute
slipping sliding smiling smearing
sweet juice of joy of sex over your face
Middle finger stroking
internal G-spot stoking
fingerfucking come-spitting good
horizon-bound dental damburst
as she riverflows seamless into
soaking orifice seeking release
Ready willing wet and able
to take you on and in now
Lubricating
Wanting sating
Waiting anticipating
So you slide into
Nocturnal emission
missionary position
as the two of the one of you
drown in skindeep depths
as you reach where you
have both been
destined to be
since
Big
Bang
Birthday
.




X MARKS THE G-SPOT
Hardly a feeling in the world
like making a woman come
hard your hard-won hard-on work
has
gotten her off
and getting her off
gets you off
And on and in
you lustily thrust plugging into
sexual electric storm of flesh
standing to attention
Tensile tension tenderly eagerly
sweeping in shallow waves up her
female firework blissburst body
Vagina grinding urgently insistently in
wet warm wild willing arrhythmic
powerful pulse of penis
Speaking spelling satisfaction
in fluid bursts of G-spot-check rhyme
And this time her
bucking hips
fucking tips
you over the top
and you grunt and punt
your load into her cunt
keeping it going
just as long as you can
keeping it coming
cos you’re her man
Her number one
fan finally fully
sloppily slipping out of her with a
sultry sated plop
lying atop her
sweating tits her
heated heart heavily
hammering
both in bits beyond
need for words when
frazzled frames
have
done the walking
done the talking
And you hold her tight
Rocking back and forth
in silent night
before rolling off
onto
your side
into
blissful
wet spot
slumber.

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