- Erotic Poetry
- Cock Tease
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Click hereShall it simile be
To make a rose bud smile
Alliteration, assonance, caesura perhaps
Metaphor, meter, rhythm or rhyme.
Before the podium he stands contemplative
Worldly . . . wise . . . weathered . . .
In the front row, playing with her wild long tresses
Both sandal-clad feet up on her desk chair
Long, lovely stems, creamy thighs
Wicked . . . wicked . . . wicked . . .
Legs spread, lips poking out both sides of her shorts
Terrycloth
Pushed up to her cunt.
Couplets, tercets, quatrains
Spondaic, anapestic, trochaic
Woodsworth, Pope, Milton
Paradise
In concrete verse for visual effect.
………………………….box……………………………
…................................slit…..yoni……………….
…………………..vulva……..crack…………………….
…………………snatch……….vagina………………….
………………possum…………..puzzle………………..
……………..snapper…………….flapper………………
…………….pudding……………..scootie………………
………………beaver…………….target………………..
……………….nookie…………..cooter………………...
………………..mound…………donut……………….....
……………………twat……….clam……………………
……………………..trim…….boff………………………
………………………bush….clit………………………..
……………………………pie…………………………..
“Sorry, where might I have been?” he mutters
“The Woodstock Poetry Festival,” the pussy purrs
An innocent angel looks up, painted bottom lip quivering
She grins mischievously and sucks her thumb
Big eyes back down to her notebook
She scribbles something
Rips off the sheet with girly glee
Holds it up so only he can see.
Wicked . . . wicked . . . wicked . . .
Possibilities
Oh but to tease
Yet to please.
- COMMENTS
The head of my desire inflamed, blood engorged cock gently touches the portals to your secret place, as it easily slides into your passage you lunge against my chest legs parting wider to make entry impossible to deny, you feel the well rounded fround around the head bump over the corrugation of your spot and you squeeze trying to keep it there, then we both release and feel the waves of our addiction sweep over us.
by the way i love your poem & your stories, by the way i seduced my brother & i gave him my v my Cheri & so he deflowered me, by the way we named our daughter Sarah actually because He loves "Sarah" the name ;P
yours Nive
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