I know who you are, rubbing yourself to erotic poems

 Who are you?
Reading these erotic poems
The ones that are actually read
No one sees the rest
But really, I don’t care
The sexy ones are best

So tell me, who are you?
Some horny old man
On the company dime
Wasting time on your computer
Maybe a business stiff
Reading with some fancy phone app
Lunch at the country club
I don’t think so
There’s no way
A guy’s whacking off to a poem
Their all watching Porn Hub

But I know who you are
Your one of those mothers
One of the one’s I’d like to fuck
Experienced in the art of sex
Yes! Older, maybe
But still, Oh so beautiful!
Leaning back in your chair
If you have kids, their at school
Your husband or boyfriend’s out
Sometimes they don’t have the time
To give you all you need
So you still have a little longing left

On your computer screen
You click a favorite you have found
Opening up the erotic link
To poetry of the deep underground
To read something exciting
About the driving lust of sex
The overwhelming need of a good fuck
To be consumed by raw desires
Obsessed by the need of organism
Wanting it more then breath
You need the poems of lust
Strong words to turn you on  
I know it’s you reading out there
The mother I’d like to fuck

You lift up your housedress  
Pulling the hem above your waist
Exposing your luscious thighs
Your panties are red silk and lace `
Using the side of your palm
You rub your pussy hidden under cloth
Feeling the wetness through your underwear
Stimulating the opening between your legs
The clean-shaven lips of your beautiful cunt
Peaking around your panty’s edge
You’ve pulled the fabric tight
Sinking into the valley of your warm flesh
Your finger is pushing your underwear
Deeper down in the wet of your crescent
Finding your button of pleasure
You massage it with your palm
Stroking through the lace
You have your vibrator by your side
But it’s not on yet, you like the feel
Of your pussy getting wet
Soaking your panties first
Your breath more rapid
As the warm feeling spreads
From the center of your belly
Down the inside of your leg

Your passion rises fast
Quickly you slide your hand
Down the front, inside
Sinking your finger deep
Into your damp circle
You can feel the swollen folds
Aroused along your walls
Inside your channel, soft and wet
You tease them
With the end of your nails
Wanting your climax
As intense as the poems you’ve read
Holding the words in your thoughts
You pull your red silk down
But you don’t pull your panties
All the way off
Just down below your knees
And before you use your vibrator
You put your finger on your lip
Smelling the perfume of your cunt
Relishing the essence of your desire
The flavor of your want

The soft hum of the vibrator
Even the sound makes you want to cum
Your reach from behind
And put your finger
On the tight break of your butt
Slipping your dildo down
Pulsating on your finger
The vibrations tempting your ass
Feeling the sensation
Spreading from your pussy
Through your legs, up your belly
All the way to your nipples
Your body rocks in spasms
The trembling of your orgasm
The ripples of pleasure shivering

Relaxed in your fog of delight
Half conscience in joy
In the background, humming
The vibrator you left on
Laying on the side of your leg
Vibrating the edge of your pussy
And it feels so good
You have to move it to your pleasure
On your still swollen clit
The warm feelings growing again
Remembering the intense words
Thinking of your poetic lover
You know your orgasm
You know you can have another

How I wish I were there
And I was your lover
Wanting to be with you
On the other side of pixel letter
The computer screen of written word
I want to hold you in my arms
Replace the plastic of your dildo
With my own stiff hardened wood
Your ass tightening around my finger
My face buried your wet ravine
And when you cum, my body in your arms
Your throws of passion grasping me

I love everything about you
Licking the sweetness of your cunt
Moving your leg up
So my lips can follow your wet path
From the bottom of your pussy
Along the edge of your ass
I adore the smell of your skin
The spice of your moisture
My face lingers, breathing your aroma in
My mouth waters for your soft flesh
I long to be inside all of you
Everything about you is what I want
My hand holding your vibrator
My finger vibrating your butt

From your daze of cum
Again the humming sound
The vibrator feeling good
You move the sensation down
Sliding your dildo back  
Enjoying the pulsations
On your wet ass
Slowly pushing
Remembering what the poet wrote
Thinking thoughts of fucking
The sexy poems of lust
Dreaming of your lover
You’re orgasm starting over

But at the poet's underground
It’s all right to think of others
Your orgasm of fantasy
Inside the lines of poetry
And the poems will wait
Until you need them
They have no jealously
They’ll be ready
When there’s no other
Always here for you’re cum

So to the milf, I know it’s you
Reading words of rhyme
In the nuance of these poems
Erotic lines to make you cum
And the only desire of these poems
All they really want
Is to be your lover
Any time you‘d like to fuck



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