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Geschreven door: Diligence Label(s): Anaal, Erotica, Male / Female, Oral Sex, Romance 1. I said hello on Tuesday, in a cafe. On Thursday our first date, a single kiss. Took her to a garden the next day— We made out like teenagers, drunk on bliss. It's Sunday morning now, and what a sight! Clothes strewn about, and underneath the cover Of my own bed, bathed in morning light, My smiling, sleeping, joyful, naked lover. My fingers smell of her soft intimate places. My semen's in her now, warmed in her flesh. My muscles ache from passionate embraces. And still she looks so clean and soft and fresh! The lesson of this simply perfect week: The sweetest-looking girl can be a freak! ~ 2. "Pin my arms back tight above my head So that I'm helpless underneath your strength Crushed between your body and the bed And stab me to the root with all your length. Squeeze me, bite my nipples, and devour My neck and ear in kisses hot as brands. My body and soul are yours for the coming hour, A savage sacrifice to your cock's demands. I want your sweat and strength and hungry pride. Boredom's a disease, and lust the antidote. So fuck me, crush me, bury yourself inside And pound my cunt till you're coming out my throat! And as I moan and thrash round your seed's pouring, Let no one say that missionary's boring." ~ 3. I love to watch my girl undress in winter, When it's frosty outside and warm within. Off comes her heavy coat: I see her slim Curvaceous outline through her sweater. Each garment yielding to my hungry look, Till bare arms are revealed, skin so tender. And as I revel in her naked splendor She reaches back behind her to unhook, And oh my God! She liberates twin glories Whose beauties always take my breath away Nipples like dark candies proudly sway Atop the kind of curves that belong in stories. Her panties fall at last, and I arise, Enraptured by the sight between her thighs. ~ 4. Why write poems? My tongue would rather express Itself directly to your warm heaven, linger on it, Singing of your beauty with a soft caress, Instead of boring you with a bookish sonnet. And as I lick your pussy, I'll come to know Both your deep flavor and your deep proclivities, Learning how you like it: gentle, firm, slow— Then pleasure you to the best of my abilities. Instead of stroking keys, my fingers desire To stroke you where you're deep and hot and tight, With touch and kiss and patience build a fire That keeps you moaning, trembling half the night. Oh then! to feel your waves of passion crest! Of all life's poetry is far the best. ~ 5. If by some accident my soul should fly To Heaven, I'll give the seventy virgins a pass. Let me have my choice after I die And I'd prefer twelve fine pieces of ass: Three girls with an oral fetish, to take turns Sucking, licking, drinking up the lot of me; Three anally inclined, for when my hunger burns To spice up Heaven's bliss with sodomy; Three bisexual beauties: brown, blonde, red To rewaken lust that needs persuasion; A goth submissive masochist chained to my bed; A tattooed bondage girl for a special occasion. The twelfth and last and best, to share forever? This girl here at my side! For now and ever. ~ 6. My mistress's clit is nothing like a jewel. A vice is tighter than the cunt I fuck. If coffee is hot, I guess her pussy's cool, If blowing is sucking, why then her blowjobs suck. I have seen flower petals in my yard, But no such petals lie between her lips, And there's some porn that gets me just as hard As videos we've made in which she strips. I love to fuck her deep, yet must concede, My own right hand's a more convenient fit. And from those entrances of hers proceed Saliva, urine, mucus, blood and shit. At yet, by heaven, the love between our souls, I celebrate with come in all her holes. ~ 7. God bless the woman with a generous heart, Who gives her love for love and not for favor Of money, time, attention, gifts and labor. Don't get me wrong, I love to give! That's part Of any good relationship. It's such delight To surprise my darling with expensive jewelry Or the latest overpriced designer accessory And say it pales to her beauty, and know I'm right. A gift like that's the fruit, not seed of attraction. For what's a bit of shiny rock? It's care. It's showing gratitude for all we share. Offered in advance, it's just transaction. Give me the girl who gives her body free And in return I'll gladly give her me. ~ 8. "Let us not to the mingling of our fluids Admit impediments. Condoms are great. They demonstrate we care enough to do it With consideration. And after, once we wait A few exclusive joyful months assuring That our shared blood supply is ours alone As we discover each other, a grand touring With each new intimacy to make our own: Then on to our reward! Off with the glove And let me drink your pussy skin to skin So that your potent wine I dearly love Anoints and permeates my cock as I thrust in." "Do it baby, strip naked and intrude! I ache to feel your manhood in the nude." ~ 9. "Darling, I'm asleep, why is your hand Upon my pubis, damp with our shared sweat? Keep on like this and you will make me wet, And we won't get to sleep like we had planned. You know I let you fuck me hard already. I drank your come before we went to bed. I know it helps you sleep to give you head. And yet your fingers stroke me oh, so steady. And now they're pressing up into my body I squeeze them with my cunt to show my pleasure Yes, use me slowly, take me at your leisure. I want to stay half-sleeping while you're naughty. What luxury if I can rest and dream While your hard manhood bathes me in your cream." ~ 10. "My ass?! And does the oily tightness of my front Not bathe your cock in luscious perfumed heat? When you plunge it iron hard into my cunt, You'd really rather shove it up my seat? Have the dear soft folds of my moistened flower Withheld their nectar when you lick my hole? Or failed to worship your cock's raw power Taking you, squeezing you with my very soul? And now you want this ring in my behind, Where shit but never cock has passed before? Even your finger is blowing out my mind: Outraged, trembling, feeling like your whore. Well take it then, if your desire is true! Come fuck my ass. Truth is, I want it too." ~ 11. "Oh, gorgeous girl, I'm close!" "Yes, come inside! In me my love, make me your woman now! Your loving's left my cunt so gratified With aching quivering bliss, so you choose how! Shall my pussy taste your climax peaking As she strokes and sucks the semen from your balls? Then all day I'll enjoy you slowly leaking Into my panties. Or pull it from my walls And fuck my mouth! Pour love onto my tongue! I'll open wide and show you before I swallow. Or else my asshole's yours, for you have wrung My raptures even from that dark shy hollow." "How about your tits and face?" "Oh yes! Begin! And watch me rub your passion in my skin." ~ 12. I love how ladies can go on for hours. If I'm a fountain, my woman is the ocean. When I have spent the last of all my powers Her hips still do that hungry rocking motion: And soon her hand, just a little shy Intends a zealous pilgrimage below. Slowly at first, and then her fingers fly Extracting sighing tremors head to toe. What kind of gentleman would I be If I forbore to help her in her need? I stroke her arm, breast, belly, knee; Go down to where her fingers meet my seed. My cock may need some rest, but not my face To show her how I love that lovely place. ~ Extra Bonus Sonnet. When, stuck at home with lonesome fears, I mournfully regret my divorced state, And trouble the empty night with useless tears, And look upon my life and curse my fate, Wishing I were like these happy others, Married like him, like him with kids contented, Or wanting back my wife and former lovers, (And so with contrary regrets tormented) Yet when I've lost near all my sense of worth, Then I remember her, and what we shared, (Like when November sun at last bursts forth From sullen clouds) and I'm no longer scared; For her sweet ass remembered such hope brings That I will dare go on and stretch my wings. 1 You might like one of the following stories: How i became a sissy fuckslave pt3(<10 minuten)Fictie Part 3 of my conditioning. How i became a sissy fuckslave pt2(<10 minuten)Fictie Sir uses me harder as i slip deeper into his control. How i became a sissy fuckslave pt1(<10 minuten)Fictie How i was taken, trained and taught to be a good fuckslave. 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