♥ A Poem by iviedoeloves ♥|
December 11, 2004 at 11:27 pm
Poem, T (13+)
Erotica | Romance | Personal
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Her and Him
There are many ways to turn me on-
And you've got them all down,
My sweet bon-bon-
So my lips ache to be kissing you,
As i beg I spread my arms and legs...
Languidly I add to my persisting of you,
It takes not so much to insist to you,
And enlist you in this
Game we play so beautiful,
And works us up into a heat so fruitful.
So please dear,
Slide your stock into my slot right here.
Both, built for me and you
Built to last for just us two,
All this and more too!
So I make myself as soft as can be-
your eyes say that you so love me!
Soon our flesh will be soaking wet,
With our silky sweat.
And our inner juices,
Do respond where my fruit is.
Pierced, milked and cupped,
Your exquisit place to sup and be supped.
I love when your fingers are placed so gingerly,
up my hot box so small-
with no wiggling or too fast for me at all.
With earnest loving diligence,
You make it last untill I fall...
You ride, slide, and glide thru my draped folds.
more, more, more,
just like the moment before.
Don't stop your pulsing heat for me,
And when you're ready-
Put your hot sweets into me.
My love for you is without stall,
I never want to leave you blue of ball,
But standing proud and walking tall.
I can't wait to lick you,
And suck on your lucious lobes,
And pierce your hot nectar
With soft loving probes.
I need to feel you cupped under me
As I enter you rocking back and forth
always again and again,
For you are my most precious friend.
Lover, lover ther are plenty of ways
To feed on your delicious sexy sways.
Spooning you or facing me
Side by side we'll always be.
Slip and slide with me,
In this sweaty bliss adore me,
With your breathless kiss absorb me.
As your sweet slot clamps down,
Gently but steadily around,
As my own member abounds-
And just begins to pop the drops of love.
But before I do,
I need to ask you-
If you want more?
"More, more, more till i'm sore!".
So i re-adjust before I bust-
I must pull out a little and breathe.
I don't want to leave
That may be o.k. for some-
But I want to take you more ways
Than this is,
I'd like to sup on you low
With hot oral kisses.
Oh how we've churned and learned
To scratch one another's burn and yearn.
For sex so sweet and hot
There's nothing you haven't got
To make me stop
This tip-toe through your two lips.
They're such wet trips.
Just thinking about this
And your hot ways to send me
Into blissful abyss.
I twist, tic, and tock
As you writhe on my throbbing rock
I feel we're a block
Of cemented gold...
As I push into your plushy folds
It's a miracle I don't explode
But please beleive
I intend never to leave
Whatever may come-
And come, and come, and cum...
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