How do I love thee?
Let me count the ways
I love the satin tip, so perfectly smooth, luxuriously soft
My struggle: Do I
rub, or suck or lick or fuck
The length of his shaft, erect and tall
Veins giving perfect texture to my lips sweet journey down
The soft exterior enveloping a core of steel
So hard, so stiff, so miraculous in it’s balance
Soft and hard, smooth and textured
Sweet in its saltiness, engorged and then enlarging to spill
the warm, slick, seed, but it’s not a gentile river or
stream
It’s a rush of warm cream, spilling, pooling, sliding,
fulfilling
Wonderful! I look forward to seeing it at CWS too :)
ReplyDeletethanks Spanky!
Deletehugs,
fiona
Terrific. Thank you for sharing.
ReplyDeleteHug,
joey
Thanks joey. I don't know about terrific...I'm definitely NOT a poet :)
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fiona
Great job!
ReplyDeletehugs abby
Thanks abby.
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fiona
Now that's my kinda poem, lol :)
ReplyDeletehehe...oh faerie, you're too funny. I'm most assuredly NOT a poet, but I do love his Satin and Steel!!
Deletehugs,
fiona
This is so lovely.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Bleuame.
Delete~fiona
"How do I love thee. Let me count the ways". My way would be to give a naughty lady 'Six or more of the best strokes of a pliable stinging cane, across her voluptous bare bottom. So say I.
ReplyDeleteA nice caning is something I'm learning to love.
Delete~fiona