Poem - What is Our Life About?

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Re: Dirty Sex Poem

The dame in nothing.


I saw you bare,

On a summer evening.

You were walking towards me with,

Full, swaying breasts,

Tall, slender legs,

Blushing, moist lips.

Dame in nothing,

Nothing is in you, dame.

May I change this?

 

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Re: Dirty Sex Poem

i lust you

she sits there by the window, she brushes her hair

who she is is my black widow, and i am her mate

her dark appeal is alluring,her thumping heart my music

her soft voice is assuring, i grow weak beside her

once again she is at the window

that precious little black widow

i want to be her mufasa, i want her to be queen of my pride

my heart beat is faster, my temperature is going insane

she comes towards me, i become alert

she the queen i the bee, i follow her train of thought

as it was to be, we become entwined in our love making

as it was to be, there was heat ,friction that was what we were making

like animals, we thrust to and fro

not a care in the world, for who may come or go

i was in, so good it should be a sin

but when she said i want you

my ears only heard i lust you

 

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Re: Dirty Sex Poem

Uhhh...........

“His tongue flickers melting my white panties

like cotton candy in his mouth

He insists the sensation is just as strong even if I left them on.

Soaked, my lips peak through and I feel the warmth of his breath

His tongue whips

like flashes of fire

melting the fabric

His finger tips strike hard and quick from front to back

He knows when he eats in combination

that I climax without hesitation

Getting me

dripping wet and motivated

for hours of long stoke penetration”

 

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Re: Dirty Sex Poem

Old Penis Poem

My nookie days are over
My pilot light is out
What used to be my sex appeal
Is now my water spout.
Time was when, on its own accord
From my trousers it would spring
But now I've got a full-time job
To find the blasted thing.
It used to be embarrassing
The way it would behave
For every single morning
It would stand and watch me shave.
Now as old age approaches
It sure gives me the blues
To see it hang its little head
And watch me tie my shoes.