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Click here"Stimulate my mind!" she begged,
This, she earnestly implored,
"Creativity cultivated" she said,
"Is a beautiful mind explored,"
"Share with me your thoughts of love,
"Seduce me with your poems,"
"Let me delight in those simple things,
"Read slowly through your tomes,"
"Stimulate my mind, " she urged!
"You can put that smile upon my face,
Show me the panoramas of your imagination,
The greatest passions of the human race,"
"What vistas are there that you can share?
What creations are in that mind?
Bring me slowly to orgasm with those visions,
That help me to unwind,"
"After you you have captured my mind, dear poet,
I will offer to you also my soul,
Then ravish me slowly, over the time,"
She claimed that was her goal,
"Let me share with you a secret pleasure,
That you have given to me,
Place your hand upon my thigh,
Move it slowly up from my knee,"
"Place your hands upon my breasts,"
Then, she gently guided my hand,
I want to repay you with the pleasures of my flesh,
The finest in all the land,"
Slowly I squeezed her soft flesh,
Then licked slowly at her nipples hard and round,
Then sucked upon those soft mounds,
Pleased at what I found,
She slowly spread her legs for me,
Begging me to enter there,
But something deep inside of me,
Told me, that of her I should beware,
But I cast caution to the wind,
To open those milky white thighs,
Then I placed my tongue upon her Venus mound,
Accompanied by her moans and sighs,
Moist and wet were her soft fleshy folds,
As I carefully took long and carefully placed each lick,
Upon her sensitive clitoris,
I knew then just what made her tick,
Deep inside I pressed my tongue,
Reaching to her firm G-spot,
Rubbing it gently with the tip of my tongue,
She stiffened as if she were shot,
I felt her orgasm building,
As she was jumped and bucking out of control,
Heaving and pumping up and down,
Like a horny, happy foal,
She must have come one hundred times,
As I pleasured her for hours on end,
Each wave of orgasmic pleasure intensified,
Every ounce of her energy she did spend,
When I finally was finished,
She was quivering like a jelly fish a bit,
Just to touch her she would go,
Into a cascading orgasmic fit,
A quivering lump of orgasmic pleasure,
She could not even raise her head,
I pleasured her almost to to point of death,
As I thought she was nearly dead,
Her legs now too wobbly and weak,
She could not even attempt to walk,
So she feebly suggested,
That perhaps we could just lay here and talk,
She said that she could eat me whole,
With me she was completely smitten,
"You know that I want to own your soul,"
But she was too weak now as a kitten,
I told her that my soul was one,
That could not be bought on-the-cheap,
That the harvesting of my soul,
Was not one for her to reap,
My brain and body are sexual organs,
Very powerful and sensual too,
Yet, perhaps if you are lucky my dear,
My poems might again stimulate you!
© Fortbruce