My gorgeous, sexy little, nymphomaniac.

A gorgeous sexy little nymphomaniac,
In Woodstock!
Was where I felt it rising in my sap,
And a hot and heavy power,
And the urge to force out my spunk,
Into your sexy, looking flower,
What lusts and cravings thrill the female mind
that I can write a sonnet from?' he asks;
'Can I compose a woman,
Who’s behind is pumped chock full of phallus,
Until when she farts,
A terrible hell like smell,
That makes me light up a cigar
And even her as well,
Your pulse is my passion,
Your passion, is my pleasure.
My tongue will engorge your sweet clitoral treasure’,
She said fill me up to the brim ,
Slosh my pussy until overflow its pink rim,
With a rushing gush! of tingling cumm!'
Requests the lady with her eyes overcum
Radiant with desire,
Delighted in laughter,
I love to fuck with you at dawn,
And to lick and to screw,
But there is one silly thing not to do,
Don’t fuck each other!
Laying in the dark!
That plenty would do,
And it would better not to fart,
Is to turn off the lights,
I will turn them on again,
Because I want to watch it all,
As on your bed we scrawl,
I love to fuck with you at night,
My eyes now seemingly contrite,
As we dance beneath a spot of lunar light,
Pornography, you say,
Was a public tumble in the sheets,
A public spectacle of meets,
Grinding into each other,
Together as one.
Pornography, I say, is a none-too-gentle wrestle,
of two bodies, both of which want not to be,
Left alone in there misery,
I love to fuck with you mid-morning,
When its sunny or raining outside,
With you all I want to do,
Is my love to ride,
our tummies rumble full of eggs,
You, softer than the rain-splayed grass,
that mound of thyme between your legs,
I tease; while climbing up my spine, your toes,
like curled crampons snug to bones,
I beg: Come, higher still, and fuck,
climb back and take me under the table,
It began with one foot finding another under the table,
venturing further, toes slowly massaging a crotch,
Hands would sneak inside waistbands from behind,"
"One night a woman in her early twenties,
Relatively new in this town,
who worked as a student teacher in grade school,
So I pulled her panties down,
We fucked all night then all day,
And in a heap of sexual sweat and cumm we lay,
she pressed those soft huge breasts against my back,
My gorgeous,
Sexy,
Little,
Nymphomaniac;
By
Eamon John Healy.
The Warrior Poet.

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