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Public Enemy Number One
In a highly and widely publisized letter
the police were showing off there
handiwork on how they had captured
their nemesis John Dillinger...
Public Enemy Number One...who had
recently pulled off the wildest prison
escape in history at Michigan City
Dillinger who also had a very serious
weakness...women, the sneaky ass
police had found this out from a rat
they were watching one woman in
particular...Dillinger in a fit of lonesome
passion had written his woman a letter
telling er of his Loving devotion to her
this is what the famous letter said...
Dear Mary, {Longacre of Dayton Ohio)
I guess you know by now my plan went
OK. Honey I am coming to you just like
I said I would I have a little business
to do first and it won't take very long
have your pussy all greased up and
plenty of grease ready we will need all
the grease we can keep on it when I
get there. I Love You John Dillinger
all is fair in Love and in war so in this
case the grease wasn't needed...
the police had intercepted John's letter
they were waiting for Dillinger on his
sweethearts doorstep and that was
pretty much that...until the next escape
when he became the famous Dillinger
the police were showing off there
handiwork on how they had captured
their nemesis John Dillinger...
Public Enemy Number One...who had
recently pulled off the wildest prison
escape in history at Michigan City
Dillinger who also had a very serious
weakness...women, the sneaky ass
police had found this out from a rat
they were watching one woman in
particular...Dillinger in a fit of lonesome
passion had written his woman a letter
telling er of his Loving devotion to her
this is what the famous letter said...
Dear Mary, {Longacre of Dayton Ohio)
I guess you know by now my plan went
OK. Honey I am coming to you just like
I said I would I have a little business
to do first and it won't take very long
have your pussy all greased up and
plenty of grease ready we will need all
the grease we can keep on it when I
get there. I Love You John Dillinger
all is fair in Love and in war so in this
case the grease wasn't needed...
the police had intercepted John's letter
they were waiting for Dillinger on his
sweethearts doorstep and that was
pretty much that...until the next escape
when he became the famous Dillinger
Published 17th Aug 2021
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17th Aug 2021 4:40am
SweetKittyCat Has Been Captured
Life on the run has been, liberating, fun
Sought, and caught in the heat of the sun
By John Dillinger himself
In the desert, on a bed of sand, stealing my panting breaths
Legs linked around his neck
Tenderly licking my cunt, then making love to my mouth, punishment as dealt
Marring my delicate skin with his gun belt
Surrendering to him my moans, my whimpers, scratching his back with fine welts
Rapture unto us has been felt
Between my thighs
Fingering my pussy, tasting the gift inside
Cupping my hips, pulling me into the fountain of his mouth
No medicine to cure for his addiction to my wet south
The best food he ravishes after he’s knelt
Mm… His arrowing tongue marinating deep inside my honeyed wet
Plaming my breasts, back flapping, ecstasy instilled, my body juices on his tongue begin to softly melt
Uplifting his girth, shooting it inside
Famished for my loving, no tenderness for his dick ride
I cannot keep up
Deeper and deeper plummeting inside my lover’s cup
Licking over my lips
Bearing his weight on me, plaming my hips
Double humping me, mmm… I’m loving his dominating harden hits
“Let me feel you whore”
Palming the sand, dipping inside me harder, sweat dripping from his pores
Grunting in anger, darting his dick harder inside my pussy even more
His lust, my submissive will, as bodies in the height of the moment set free
My heart he has, passion spillage, emotions of mingling juices slowly we relieve
Handcuffed, yet satisfied and brought in
Demanding no one touches his pussy, or his guns will blaze once again
Mm…. for the seduction of my wicked sins
My drools of pleasure still glistening on his chin
Later, that night
Bodyguards posted at the door, for his seductress possible risk flight
Pleasing his needs once again under silk covers
Will not allow me to escape his bed, his French Creole poetic lover
His dick hungrily slipping inside me
Whispering in my ear he cannot live without my sultriness, my tease
Weakening my will to walk away behind his begs, his pleads
His tongue finding mine
Bodies gyrating like moving sands of time
Intoxicating our senses like sipping unto each other’s carnal wine
Mm… he knows once he’s deep inside me
I’m his by fate’s designs, as far as the eyes can see
His lips hover
Pulling him deep into me, my nipple his tongue lick, mouth smothers
Kneeling once again on his knees
My festishes he knows by all degrees
John Dillinger can be so demanding of his wants when he needs to cum
Calling out to the skies, his satisfaction, our passion on the run
Tasted the honey drippings from his dick, anchoring inside my creamy butter rum
On my back he has me to the rising of the sun
I was so sure three men would have dropped him with all those firing of blazing guns
Sought, caught, the flame flickering drawing the virility of this handsome moth
A Finale Poem To My Contest
Thank you all who participated
https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/350848-sweetkittycat-has-been-captured/
You are on a roll my love...our minds are in union I love it...
Life on the run has been, liberating, fun
Sought, and caught in the heat of the sun
By John Dillinger himself
In the desert, on a bed of sand, stealing my panting breaths
Legs linked around his neck
Tenderly licking my cunt, then making love to my mouth, punishment as dealt
Marring my delicate skin with his gun belt
Surrendering to him my moans, my whimpers, scratching his back with fine welts
Rapture unto us has been felt
Between my thighs
Fingering my pussy, tasting the gift inside
Cupping my hips, pulling me into the fountain of his mouth
No medicine to cure for his addiction to my wet south
The best food he ravishes after he’s knelt
Mm… His arrowing tongue marinating deep inside my honeyed wet
Plaming my breasts, back flapping, ecstasy instilled, my body juices on his tongue begin to softly melt
Uplifting his girth, shooting it inside
Famished for my loving, no tenderness for his dick ride
I cannot keep up
Deeper and deeper plummeting inside my lover’s cup
Licking over my lips
Bearing his weight on me, plaming my hips
Double humping me, mmm… I’m loving his dominating harden hits
“Let me feel you whore”
Palming the sand, dipping inside me harder, sweat dripping from his pores
Grunting in anger, darting his dick harder inside my pussy even more
His lust, my submissive will, as bodies in the height of the moment set free
My heart he has, passion spillage, emotions of mingling juices slowly we relieve
Handcuffed, yet satisfied and brought in
Demanding no one touches his pussy, or his guns will blaze once again
Mm…. for the seduction of my wicked sins
My drools of pleasure still glistening on his chin
Later, that night
Bodyguards posted at the door, for his seductress possible risk flight
Pleasing his needs once again under silk covers
Will not allow me to escape his bed, his French Creole poetic lover
His dick hungrily slipping inside me
Whispering in my ear he cannot live without my sultriness, my tease
Weakening my will to walk away behind his begs, his pleads
His tongue finding mine
Bodies gyrating like moving sands of time
Intoxicating our senses like sipping unto each other’s carnal wine
Mm… he knows once he’s deep inside me
I’m his by fate’s designs, as far as the eyes can see
His lips hover
Pulling him deep into me, my nipple his tongue lick, mouth smothers
Kneeling once again on his knees
My festishes he knows by all degrees
John Dillinger can be so demanding of his wants when he needs to cum
Calling out to the skies, his satisfaction, our passion on the run
Tasted the honey drippings from his dick, anchoring inside my creamy butter rum
On my back he has me to the rising of the sun
I was so sure three men would have dropped him with all those firing of blazing guns
Sought, caught, the flame flickering drawing the virility of this handsome moth
A Finale Poem To My Contest
Thank you all who participated
https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/350848-sweetkittycat-has-been-captured/
You are on a roll my love...our minds are in union I love it...
