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Sex...

Sex...
It sells
It swells
It dwells

Cock...
It throbs
It swings
It bobs

Cunt...
It aches
It shines
It takes

Grab those tits and hold them tight,
Suck that dick with all your might,
Lick the skin that's in your sight,
Pump that pussy hard all night!

Roll him over on the floor,
Mount his pecker like a whore,
Make him sqeal and beg for more,
Unleash your fury with a roar!

Tie those legs up to the bed,
Slap that ass until it's red,
Stretch those lips until they're spread,
In that cunt your cock imbed!

Do it once then do it twice,
Do it with a weird device,
It feels so good like paradise,
Done again? Then do it thrice!

Cunt...
So hot
It creamed
A lot

Cock...
Is bent
Worn out
It's spent

Sex...
So good
Onslaught
Withstood

Well so thought out and cheeky rhymes
for such unruly and apathetic times.
 
I was on top.
One hand planted on your sweaty chest
the other grinding my lust down
until it was gone, like dust.
I couldn't wait to fake it for you.
All I wanted was your cock;
and your soul,
but your love is nothing more than a fading handprint on my ass.
Absolute can relate -thanks for capturing it in poetry 😘
 
Lip Service...

(Been sat in pending FOREVER so I'll share here too XXX)



Her mind's a live wire
Connecting lips, tits and pussy
Burning up with need
Precious cunt so sweet

Bound to our bed
Submitting Demanding
Ring gag in her mouth
Leather straps on skin

I crave her gifts
Observing hot wet silence
Let the tension seep
From the bones of me

She imagines me
Receiving each stiff nipple
Suckling the buds
Till they swell for me

My fingers trace her stretched lips
Adoring eyes beg harder
Perfect little fucker
Flawless for me

Paint her a picture

"If I fuck your face…"

She's blushing just for me

"Penetrate your open throat…"

Breathes a little faster

"Make a cunt of your mouth…"

Almost a moan

"Will you come for your mistress?"

Eyes on mine

"You know that I love it..."

"When you come just for me."

And just like that
Her hips begin rolling
Her head begins fucking in time with me

In the dream that I painted

Just for my precious

"You know that I love it
When you come just for me."

🔥
 
My voice is ragged
from a raspy throat
mouth as parched
as my pussy is wet
from panting my want

The void left from
thick, punishing fingers
an insistent ache
my hips try to chase
thrusting
but restrained
to a soaking chair

Your presence looms
and I don't need eyes
to know you're a smirking
cocky motherfucker
hear you inhale, deeply
my aroma humidifying the air
and chuckle

Because you know...

you know

I hate begging
love to hate begging
hate to love begging

how I loathe
giving that to you

your finger lightly touches
my swollen labia
teases in
gently tortures my clit

and I bite my lip
try to hold my tongue

fuck yes...

goddammit!

Ple...

no...

yes...

YES...

plea......
 
Thanks, Todd. A Wow from you on Just Porn feels like I won an award. 🏆 :giggle:

And, while I'm here, I appreciate the like Snow.
 
(sorry, got carried, and the words simply ejaculated)

"I appreciate them to be snow-like!"
the goddess said and squeezed the pale
bare male meat that was so white
it did outclass the moon's own light
and then she sucked and did inhale
the viking guard tied to his pike
on this fateful summer solstice night.
The last man of the dragon boat
that had not yet shot down her throat
unleashed -- red-haired balls so very tight
attached to this man's throbbing spike --
the biggest load they'd ever seen
for months held back in locked down hips
on Mother Earth's most outward tips
who sighed, spreading it so quite obscene
"I appreciate them to be snow-like!"
 
Black 'n White Porn

The cotton mesh vest he’s wearing,
oh boy.
His abs apparent,
amplified,
chocolate nipples unfettered, aroused.
She’s blonde and buxom,
he likes that, squeezing
and nuzzling like a greedy puppy
as she grasps his
obvious urgency with long, pale fingers,
blood-red nails,
milking it mercilessly.
When she moves down
to stuff his hugeness
into her scarlet mouth
he arcs and grabs her head
keeping her on him until he orgasms
leaving her with rivulets of cum
like candle wax on her twin moons.
 
Up, and down
and all around
the neighborhood
had understood

they hadn't seen
each other
for endless weeks
nor did they bother
about the scene
of their noisy leak's
impression
in the next door beds
when

up, and down
and all around
the buttered pole
deep inside the hungry hole

again
in neighbor heads
took possession
so sleep wouldn't come
till knees would hurt
and backs would ache
of dad in mum
for all fucks sake
end in a spurt

up, and down
and all around
the whole damn house
in just her blouse

hanging open
for everyone to see
a naughty bit
screaming her litany
"My god, oh, Ben
let's do it
now
right there
once more

up, and down
and all around
the next room's floor
I'm not yet sore."
 
July 1969 - Neil Armstrong's Moon

I’m riding shotgun in her car
neath Neil Armstrong’s moon
radio plays that Animals’ song
but San Francisco's almost as
far from this humid Oklahoma
night as Neil Armstrong’s cold
moon but yet maybe I’ll get past
second base tonight.
 
Doctor Patient Privilege

Anticipation is his
aphrodisiac, recalling their
last encounter a year ago.

Just thinking of Amanda’s
slow disrobing as he pretends
not to watch
makes him hard and
he has to be discrete
as he stands to usher
his last patient out.

He dismisses his unsuspecting
receptionist, she never questions
as if to endorse, certainly
there’s no disapproval.
He likes to pretend this is
her complicity in his indiscretion.

He fears, in his excitement,
he may, one day, leave the door
unlocked as Amanda climbs
onto the bed and into the stirrups.
It is the final pump of blood
to the ache in his groin as he
turns to see her waiting for him.

Legs wide as if to embrace,
moisture evidence of her arousal,
she is watching as he unzips
knowing already what’s on offer.

No lubrication needed
for this exploration,
she is dripping with desire and
comes as he enters her,
sucking him in deliciously.

A finger works her,
he watches his ridged vessel
start to glisten, drawing out
her desire, her labia restless
around his cock.

She is coming again, rising
and body-blushing. He likes
that she squeezes him,
vice-like, before exploding.

In the unromantic room
their union is feral,
his grunts, her screams,
muffled by his gagging hand.

It’s clinical, almost cynical,
pure lust, no strings and,
afterward, still exposed
and wet from her, he inserts
the cold steel speculum
to explore her there once m
 
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