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Le Grande Perversity
Perverse,
the moniker she's placed upon
my character,
my name
she ingest my verses
perusing the flow,
de la soul
unscripted, unrehearsed
There I go, there I go, dare I go.......
Perverse, she said
as temperatures rise
right in front of her deep, brown eyes
legs gently open and close
like butterflies
fluttering through the sky
sable clouds building
humid and warm
all between her radiant thighs...
...moved by beautiful strawberry letters
and tangerine dreams
Cantaloupe fruit torridly strain
against her brassiere seams
she screams obscenities
through deep-throated
cream pie delight
filling her to infinity
I can hardly surmise
how in the heat of a sultry night.....
…..she finds my seduction....perverse
after all,
she finds no despair
in grabbing my hair,
pulling me to her lap
grinding her lips against my lips
drowning me deep inside her lust,
dick so hard, she rolls her brazen hips
knowing that
any moment, we're both about to bust
being transported to a place
where I'm kept like a bird
in a guilded cage
her eyes watching my body
draped only in an open robe
The object of her obsession lay to its side
across my hip
My long, hairy ball sack
hung low in the dark
between rugged thighs
and her warm hand rested carefully
upon the soft sleeping beast
tender as a newborn puppy
hiding a false sense of peace
for as she massaged him wake,
and I slowly opened my eyes
She drove him to madness with her touch
as she straddled him and began to ride
this strong black beast,
shuddering, shaking
cummin' to a thunderous release
her body blessed with
his thick, white, creamy rain......
…...she wiggles in heat
beneath her tidy desk
crossing her thighs
to try and hide the insane...
…..madness taking control
as our eyes meet
longing to be the tall chocolate trick
indulging her strawberry treat
yet
perverse
is the moniker
she's placed upon
my name
Published 26th Jul 2016
| Edited 24th Aug 2016
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26th Jul 2016 11:41pm
What a beautifully creative write love!!! 2 thumbs up! (Would give more if I could.)
27th Jul 2016 5:42am
Thank you. Glad you found this an intriguing read. A portrait of the double entendre that exist in the minds of many women. :-)
27th Jul 2016 7:28am
"after all,
she finds no despair
in grabbing my hair," <--- What hair? lol.. grabbing your head, I can see. ;)
Really love the first part of the poem, the sexy softness was displayed beautifully.
Perverse? You? Well...... o.O
she finds no despair
in grabbing my hair," <--- What hair? lol.. grabbing your head, I can see. ;)
Really love the first part of the poem, the sexy softness was displayed beautifully.
Perverse? You? Well...... o.O
27th Jul 2016 2:56pm
Well, thank you kindly for your gentle critique. I always count on the truth in your words.. .
As for my perversity, o_O I don't know about that Ms. "Subtly Rough" 😷
As for my perversity, o_O I don't know about that Ms. "Subtly Rough" 😷
27th Jul 2016 7:54am
28th Jul 2016 3:32am
28th Jul 2016 6:22am
More difficult to find something to say about the poem for the beauty of the pic, which might be captioned Bare-backed bareback rider. (I come from the land of Lady Godiva.)
28th Jul 2016 8:43pm
Well King Solomon, you know that I have a penchant for fine works of art. Variations on Godiva's theme hold a special place for me ; )
