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SEDUCTRESS IN THE HOUSE
Hey babe, good morning!
Please don’t ignore me, again.
Every day you keep turning me on…
only to, like Dionne Warwick sings,
“just walk on by”
I miss you so.
Your warmth, your hot breath,
The full weight of your body on mine.
It’s been so long since you’ve ridden me.
I haven’t changed.
Still the same curves.
Just enough to hold on to.
And my face positively glowing,
Whenever you enter the room.
You're look'in so sexy in those shorts!
Oh yeah, we're finally doing this?
Come on straddle me between
your strong thighs.
Ahhh that's it...ease on down.
Slip inside.
Let's start real slow.
To maximize our pleasure.
I'll whisper you commands.
You ready to make me scream?
Okay start pumping harder.
Yessssss, faster, faster,faster!
I want to see your hot flesh glisten with sweat.
Drip it all over me, quench my raging lust.
Keep going baby! Keep going!
Ride me harder, harder, harderrrrrr!
Ahhhhhhhhhhhh yeahhhh!
Wow! You pushed all my buttons big boy.
I want you to mount me every morning.
No, stay, stay let's cool down together.
By the way, your heart raced to 190 bpm and you burned 9 calories.
I've been told you've been caught flirting with the treadmill.
There's a reason you moved her to the garage.
You know she can't make you feel passion and like a real man the way l do.
I have more sex appeal in my left pedal.
Than that worn out slut, pitiful excuse for exercise equipment. I know she let's you walk all over her
But she's no good for you. I am your one true love.
Please don’t ignore me, again.
Every day you keep turning me on…
only to, like Dionne Warwick sings,
“just walk on by”
I miss you so.
Your warmth, your hot breath,
The full weight of your body on mine.
It’s been so long since you’ve ridden me.
I haven’t changed.
Still the same curves.
Just enough to hold on to.
And my face positively glowing,
Whenever you enter the room.
You're look'in so sexy in those shorts!
Oh yeah, we're finally doing this?
Come on straddle me between
your strong thighs.
Ahhh that's it...ease on down.
Slip inside.
Let's start real slow.
To maximize our pleasure.
I'll whisper you commands.
You ready to make me scream?
Okay start pumping harder.
Yessssss, faster, faster,faster!
I want to see your hot flesh glisten with sweat.
Drip it all over me, quench my raging lust.
Keep going baby! Keep going!
Ride me harder, harder, harderrrrrr!
Ahhhhhhhhhhhh yeahhhh!
Wow! You pushed all my buttons big boy.
I want you to mount me every morning.
No, stay, stay let's cool down together.
By the way, your heart raced to 190 bpm and you burned 9 calories.
I've been told you've been caught flirting with the treadmill.
There's a reason you moved her to the garage.
You know she can't make you feel passion and like a real man the way l do.
I have more sex appeal in my left pedal.
Than that worn out slut, pitiful excuse for exercise equipment. I know she let's you walk all over her
But she's no good for you. I am your one true love.
Published 28th Apr 2019
Author's Note
NaPo/GloPoWriMo poem #28. Written in the hope of enticing me to ride my exercise bike.
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29th Apr 2019 2:57am
29th Apr 2019 3:02am
29th Apr 2019 11:28am
No, it was perfect! I could kinda tell it wasn't exactly about sex.... which pulled me along to the end to figure out the puzzle! Great fun. :)
29th Apr 2019 2:44pm
29th Apr 2019 1:48pm
Mine's an old 'Concept II' rowing machine - a NaPo poem for which was on the cards but still remains just an idea. I think I'll leave it that way and enjoy yours instead. :))
29th Apr 2019 2:52pm
Thank you, Josh! Whenever you write I'll be anxious to read it. Mine is a Schwinn that evokes memories of when my yellow Schwinn Varsity 10-speed was my sole source of transportation and I was in 10 times better shape.
29th Apr 2019 11:44pm
Enjoyed this, Bob.
Thought about writing similarly about my exercise habits, but metaphors for raising a glass to drink and going to the bathroom are hard to come by. :-))
Thought about writing similarly about my exercise habits, but metaphors for raising a glass to drink and going to the bathroom are hard to come by. :-))
30th Apr 2019 5:42am
Muchisimas Gracias, Teri!
Hands wrapped around, gripping tight.
Crystal droplets of anticipation splash on thirsty flesh as eagerly I lift the glistening vessel to my parted lips and drink deep the life sustaining liquid.
Your on your own with the potty piece 😁
Hands wrapped around, gripping tight.
Crystal droplets of anticipation splash on thirsty flesh as eagerly I lift the glistening vessel to my parted lips and drink deep the life sustaining liquid.
Your on your own with the potty piece 😁
30th Apr 2019 7:35am
"Crystal droplets of anticipation splash"
I think that's a good start. :-))
I think that's a good start. :-))
30th Apr 2019 1:38pm
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30th Apr 2019 2:53pm
Definitely the most pleasurable form of exercise 😁 Your orgasm comment makes me tingle.
Thank you for reading my piece and enlivening my morning.
Thank you for reading my piece and enlivening my morning.
