Content Warning : Do you want to continue?
This poem contains content which some readers may find disturbing.
It is unsuitable for children or anyone who is easily offended.
YES
I am over 18 years old, I have been warned and I still want to read this poem.
I am over 18 years old, I have been warned and I still want to read this poem.
NO
I don't want to read this type of content, take me back to the previous page.
I don't want to read this type of content, take me back to the previous page.
deepundergroundpoetry.com
When I see everything
My heart does race and blood gets hot
When I see everything you've got,
My manliness gets hard as lead.
I want to fling you on the bed,
Picking you up off your bare feet,
So you land on your back and seat
And I can grip you by each hand
As headlong upon you I land
Chest on chest, belly on belly,
When I have got myself clothes-free.
First I will lock lips with your mouth,
Then kiss my way, o'er breasts, down south,
Keeping you pinned down by the arms
As I lick, suck your mammary charms
And kiss your navel all around
As I get near the Venus mound.
Then I come to the open door,
Nuzzling the threshold of your core
And making your legs thrash wildly,
As you cry out "Make love to me!"
Before I place my waiting tool
In the depths of the stirred-up pool.
We jiggle, buck and writhe about
Till, satiated, we pass out.
When I see everything you've got,
My manliness gets hard as lead.
I want to fling you on the bed,
Picking you up off your bare feet,
So you land on your back and seat
And I can grip you by each hand
As headlong upon you I land
Chest on chest, belly on belly,
When I have got myself clothes-free.
First I will lock lips with your mouth,
Then kiss my way, o'er breasts, down south,
Keeping you pinned down by the arms
As I lick, suck your mammary charms
And kiss your navel all around
As I get near the Venus mound.
Then I come to the open door,
Nuzzling the threshold of your core
And making your legs thrash wildly,
As you cry out "Make love to me!"
Before I place my waiting tool
In the depths of the stirred-up pool.
We jiggle, buck and writhe about
Till, satiated, we pass out.
Published 27th Mar 2017
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
likes 2
reading list entries 0
comments 5
reads 1039
Commenting Preference:
The author encourages honest critique.
27th Mar 2017 9:51pm
You describe the art of fucking oh so well, Solomon. Pleasure to read your work.
LostGirl (:
LostGirl (:
28th Mar 2017 4:26am
It's all about two mammals. Invigorating read and what makes it even better is no other external forces are needed. (booze, drugs, etc.)
28th Mar 2017 6:39am
Yes, animal attraction was the force I had in mind. As to booze, it would be no fun if the man had brewer's droop.
28th Mar 2017 7:19am
You must explain what "brewer's droop" is. I am guessing it has to with the effects of alcohol as a depressant?
28th Mar 2017 9:02pm
Perhaps not so familiar a phrase in US as it is in England - it's a drink induced PED (penile erectional dysfunction) - depressed potency rather than depressed mind.
