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
HER LEGS ARE OPENED WIDE
Her legs are opened wide,
inviting me inside
her dripping wet pussy -
available for me.
On her back on the bed,
she's spread-eagled naked.
Her arms are open too,
leaving nipples in view.
I eye the landing strip.
Instinctively I grip
my crotch, through boxer shorts,
my modesty supports.
I drop these underpants,
to give my cock its chance
to fill the offered place
within her sacred space.
I am long, stiff as lead,
when, from foot of the bed
I move in to align
with her bikini line.
Into her depths I slip,
her contracting walls grip
as I pull forth and back
in tight, wet, slippy crack.
A rhythm I work up,
while her bare breasts I cup,
Her legs more tightly wind,
cross over my behind.
She digs her fingernails
in my back, leaving trails
of blood about my spine
in more than single line.
She will not let me leave
until she does relieve
me of my pent up seed,
the object of our deed.
In time I do explode,
my balls get their unload,
tripping her orgasm
and vaginal spasm.
Within her I remain
to let my stiff pipe drain,
subside gradually
till back to flaccid be.
inviting me inside
her dripping wet pussy -
available for me.
On her back on the bed,
she's spread-eagled naked.
Her arms are open too,
leaving nipples in view.
I eye the landing strip.
Instinctively I grip
my crotch, through boxer shorts,
my modesty supports.
I drop these underpants,
to give my cock its chance
to fill the offered place
within her sacred space.
I am long, stiff as lead,
when, from foot of the bed
I move in to align
with her bikini line.
Into her depths I slip,
her contracting walls grip
as I pull forth and back
in tight, wet, slippy crack.
A rhythm I work up,
while her bare breasts I cup,
Her legs more tightly wind,
cross over my behind.
She digs her fingernails
in my back, leaving trails
of blood about my spine
in more than single line.
She will not let me leave
until she does relieve
me of my pent up seed,
the object of our deed.
In time I do explode,
my balls get their unload,
tripping her orgasm
and vaginal spasm.
Within her I remain
to let my stiff pipe drain,
subside gradually
till back to flaccid be.
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
likes 3
reading list entries 0
comments 1
reads 633
Commenting Preference:
The author encourages honest critique.