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Sabbatical Lust
Sabbath noon
Aft of holy hours
We’re assured creator’s blessings
A week of bliss, peacefully doctrined
I’d to her home gone
She’ll cook me lively delicacies
I’ll her upper mounds spread, sucking
And the lower part fondle, sweating
My erector too sank, sinking
To the dark, rhythmically pounding
Oh! Its like surfing the blues
A sweetness that is n’er mouthed
Her Ranting musick urged me faster to & fro
The honey pot recipe, so tasty
My pumping receives erotic jerking
Epileptic spasm crested in orgasm
Heavily breathing, I inhaled fulfillment
An air tainted by copulation perfumery
I’d life spread on fertile ground
I’ll be waiting, the rewards of my youthfulness!
Published 27th Jul 2011
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29th Jul 2011 1:01pm
Anonymous
30th Jul 2011 3:09am
This poem demonstrates very good mastery over poetry, words, tempo, and although I am a newbie; this poem conveys experience to me.
Very very good!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Very very good!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
