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Bring Back My Whore
Bring Back My Whore
(Pun Swift Erotic Poem)
You stole her from me,
Convinced her I was imperfect,
Well no one is perfect,
You had money and a Subaru,
But I had what you'll never have,
A long strong prick,
Wide and masculine,
And my obsession with her was genuine,
The money you give her I've shares,
On weekends she lies she's in school,
But the whole night she's with me,
Getting everything she longs for,
Swallowing every inch to moaning,
Dancing back and forth,
And leaving behind money as a compensation,
For a long tiresome erotic night
With you she's unhappy,
So bro, bring back my whore,
As you hammer her she's silent,
Her eyes wide open like of a fish,
With your short rod you waste her time,
She never gets all the satisfaction,
You have money and it's okay,
But they say it can not buy happiness
But my prick is her happiness,
My tight and horny whore,
With me she's moans like crazy,
As our fluids glide in pleasure,
The way she enjoys the strokes,
You could tell I'm her sole happiness,
Until you elongate your short rod,
Please bring back my whore,
© Summer Boy
"Diaries Of A Madman"
(Pun Swift Erotic Poem)
You stole her from me,
Convinced her I was imperfect,
Well no one is perfect,
You had money and a Subaru,
But I had what you'll never have,
A long strong prick,
Wide and masculine,
And my obsession with her was genuine,
The money you give her I've shares,
On weekends she lies she's in school,
But the whole night she's with me,
Getting everything she longs for,
Swallowing every inch to moaning,
Dancing back and forth,
And leaving behind money as a compensation,
For a long tiresome erotic night
With you she's unhappy,
So bro, bring back my whore,
As you hammer her she's silent,
Her eyes wide open like of a fish,
With your short rod you waste her time,
She never gets all the satisfaction,
You have money and it's okay,
But they say it can not buy happiness
But my prick is her happiness,
My tight and horny whore,
With me she's moans like crazy,
As our fluids glide in pleasure,
The way she enjoys the strokes,
You could tell I'm her sole happiness,
Until you elongate your short rod,
Please bring back my whore,
© Summer Boy
"Diaries Of A Madman"
Published 23rd Sep 2021
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23rd Sep 2021 8:08pm
24th Sep 2021 4:34am
Anonymous
24th Sep 2021 11:09am
I like the directness of it, its frankness--
For this reader, it's limited in that it doesn't seek, much less achieve, any insight beyond the obvious.
The title, and it's willingness to address plainly not only the speaker's own desires, but the true nature of the beloved, is great--but at some point this reader wants the poem to do the hard work of getting some insight out of this.
Enjoyed!
For this reader, it's limited in that it doesn't seek, much less achieve, any insight beyond the obvious.
The title, and it's willingness to address plainly not only the speaker's own desires, but the true nature of the beloved, is great--but at some point this reader wants the poem to do the hard work of getting some insight out of this.
Enjoyed!
3rd Jan 2022 4:34pm
