From the Palm, of the 69th Poet (Epic Erotic Rhyme)

In the beginning:  
Well, I worked a while at Bud’s Green Bowl, and I loved to eat at Kate’s Wet Hole. The food was great, Kate was cool, and I watched young hot chic's shootin’ pool.  
One night the place was packed and loud with playoff hopes in a football crowd. Young and old were buyin’ drinks with kindly nods and sexy winks.  
There was insane makeup, wigs and hats, a crazy sight from where I sat. Every woman dressed in theme, for our home boys and your wet dream.  
I glanced around then met the gaze of a blue-eyed goddess through the haze. She held my eyes to cast her spell, and twice as hard as hard I fell. Her hair was white and highlights few that matched her nails and blue lip goo. A blue streak ran right through one eye with a makeup tear that she did cry.  
All alone – she sat so sad. She knew my thoughts that I was glad.  
With parted lips she blew a kiss that whistled towards my zippers wish.  
“Nice shot,” I mouthed, from my bar stool, then pretended she should wipe her drool.  
“A wish?” she smiled – a nasty grin, then cocked a brow and wiped her chin.  
I toasted back and drooled, “Oh my,” that woke my friend with just one eye – who’s lazy days were shoot and miss, at a porcelain target when I’d piss.  
She had the look with loaded guns and walked to make me her night’s fun. The look and fun you shouldn’t write, because it makes your pants feel tight.  
Anyway, I thought I’d share the night a goddess caught my stare. She made my life so fucking fine, I quit my job at ten to nine.  
She eased down on an old bar stool, and worked her straw as my old tool, then bit her lip with a fuck me grin. She raised her glass to, “Blue Ball Gin!”  
Our glasses touched and rang a chime, to start this mother, fucking rhyme, as tingles ran right up my arm – it rang and rang my lucky charm!  
Then my elbow slipped and spilled my drink – an offer to the gods I thinks, to give this man a nice wet dream, with Blue Gin topped on some young cream.  
I looked at one fine gorgeous face then traced her scent to sky blue lace – that started just below her chin and ended where I prayed to sin.  
“No need to pray,” she whispered hot.  
Man, this chic – she read my thought! I should laugh or tell a joke – or head on home without no poke!  
She laughed, I guess, at what I thought, and so was laid her wicked plot. That made me think with hardened hose when she reached her tongue up to her nose!  
Then hell broke loose with tales times ten, on napkin lies we wrote in pen. I screwed beyond the very great and laughed at her mere sixty-eight.  
Well, I tried just once to kiss her lips, she pulled away annoyed and pissed, said, “you won’t kiss these lips my Hun, till I’m pumpin’, your sweet cum."  
We laughed all night and closed the bar then stumbled past and kicked my car, still tellin’ lies like horn dog pro’s, spreadin' legs in fish net hose.  
She took me to her playhouse place and stripped to blue silk garter lace. Then led me where she loved to cook, with oils in her naughty nook.  
“Today,” she said, “this themes for you. I know when rocks are turquoise blue. I sense with you what few can do and pay me back at least times two."  
Her look was honest, I could tell, she’d fuck me good and ring my bell. I’d have to make sure I was true and rock the world of Blue Lip Goo.  
Besides, I thought she lived in my hometown, chances taken, earned my crown. And she was hot and freaky right, I was wound up double tight.  
“It’s Klisssco then!” I said still lit, “let’s start with each fine perky tit!” She eased her top down nicely slow – she formed her mouth as if to blow.  
Her breast were firm – her nipples hard – I creamed 'em good with body lard, grunting “oh’s” like half a wit, that ain’t no lie and ain’t no shit.  
Cause it’d been so long I thought I’d blow, through faded jeans that held my dough, when she touched my skin to grab my belt, and closed her eyes in heat waves felt.  
But hot young thing just couldn’t wait, my jeans came off and off right straight – presenting one eyed Willy’s wink! He stood up tall and didn’t sink!  
Her smile and nod made me feel proud, I waved to all the cheering crowd. Like every man sure thinks he should, even those with tiny wood.  
She giggled then – it was quite cute, as the business end of my birthday suit, jousted towards her gooed up hands and I waved back to all our fans.  
She grabbed my shaft and pulled me close, her nasty gaze said prove the boast, she greased up every inch she could, with Klisssco on my drifted wood.  
Her hands were warm – roaming free, she cupped my balls and sneered at me, “Nice bag of wads you’ve got to blow. Spend em all – be my Ho?”  
“Yes,” I moaned, “please take ‘em all!”  
She said, “I will – I’ve come to call, and take you where you’ve never been. If you’re good we’ll go again.”  
Her blue nails raked across my dick – I watched her lick her upper lip. My knees gave way and made her grin. I thanked the gods for Blue Ball Gin.  
This hot sweet thing sure played me well, I thought I’d burst though foreskin swell. She took me close then backed away, said, “Babe we’ve got all night to play!”  
I reached down to her fine wet spot, her lips of blue drooled, “Touch me not, Soon I’ll have your utmost best, by the way, love your chest.”  
She sucked my nipples – licked em hard, pumped my shaft with melting lard, pushed me back to the countertop – my purple shroom was poised to pop.  
With parted lips she searched my face. She moaned and stroked and loved the taste, of pleasure gripping – taking me, she fucked my soul then turned the key.  
Her finger slid right down my crack, she rimmed my hole – the first a fact.  
I moaned a soft, “Oh my no, you make me want a – want to blow!”  
“I love it when,” she probed with care, “You find out that you like it there. You’re mine to please and tease and more, but will you bow as my fine whore.”  
She held my dick out straight and true – she greased my length and balls of blue, squeezed her hand and worked me slow. She chanted words in whispers low, “Rise and bubble, cum my whore, pass the gate go through the door, for pain and pleasure yearn to mate, so lust can watch and masturbate.”  
Her lips drew near and so did I, I lost my breath and gasped a cry, as the gods of Lust commanded me, “Take her now and pump your seed!”  
Those creamy lips, crushed my own. The passion rocked my throbbing bone. Her tongue and hands ensured slam-dunk, sending shock waves through my junk.  
I exploded cum into the room – this rocket man just went, Kaboom! She greased my balls and pumped my shaft, well creamed my lips with practiced craft.  
I drifted off in outer space. I came and came then stood in place – for leather, heels, and every race, dressed to nines in fragrant lace.  
Women touched me everywhere. I touched each back with gentle care, as Blue Lips matched my every moan, while masturbating on her throne.  
I came again and pleasured more. I was their blue balled fucking whore, in a castle's glowing mist, electrified by just a kiss.  
I sensed that it was time to go, after all a Ho’s a Ho. My fantasy from outer space was Blue Lip Goo who eased her pace.  
I stumble back in mumbled bliss, “My god . . . your hands . . . I touched . . . that kiss.” And there her lips were painted new, like no man kissed her lipstick goo.  
“I reside by,” she began, “no earthly rules of mortal man. There is much you need to do to earn the kiss I’ll leave on you. Was it real or nasty cream? The linger of your fragrant dream, was meant to sway with weighted care, to favor women oh so fair. Before the vale I hold your seed – may black lace give you strength you need. To cum with me back through the door, as Blue Lip Goo’s, pampered whore.”  
Well, I nodded my head up and down, then back and forth like bobble clown. Forget this fucking lust and greed, a damn good dickin’ was what she need!  
But way too strange or words of jest, I still denied this was a test. For I was just a mortal man – I fucked without a fucking plan.  
So, I creamed her breasts with melting lard. I made her nipples stand up hard, commanding, “Goddess, make it grow! I’ll earn the right to be your Ho!”  
She grinned and stroked so I could drive and pay her back with all my pride. The pride you give her Motherland, with Klisssco in your favorite hand.  
She turned around and arched her back, then looked at me like, just attack. She spread her legs and licked her lips – I kissed her ass and perfect hips.  
She was ready, that’s for sure, my scented memory doesn’t blur. Her seductive voice said, “Glide inside, and drive it home at, 'Park & Ride.'”  
I swear that’s what her tramp stamp said – I traced it with my purple head. The head I used to ease the fit, while slidin’ Klisssco on her clit.  
My right hand greased her supple breasts, while lefty worked down under best. I kissed her gently on her back – it was my subtle, back attack.  
She leaned against my body heat and wrapped her buns around my meat, closed her eyes and arched her back and moaned while grinding up her crack.  
But her pussy screamed to fuck within, so I dicked her lips then slid on in.  
“My,” she moaned, “ you tease so fine, my lips might crown you Sixty-Nine!”  
I could see that too and what a thought! Those blue lips wrapped around my cock! Sucking head then plunging shaft – then up real slow – more practiced craft. And all the while my lips would glide – I’d give her clit a sideways ride. Then tongue her hole and shaven crotch – she felt me crank it up a notch.  
“Yes,” she panted, “give me more!” And yes I did cuz I’s a whore. Slow then hard while rubbin’ tit – I pulled it out and fucked her clit!  
Well, a shutter started then it grew, to maddening paces then she blew – the wad she craved and hoped to score – she came and came and squirted more!  
She giggled once and heaved, “Oh my!” then reached the sink and braced to fly. “Take me home,” she moaned real low, and fuck me good my blue balled Ho.”  
It made me hard to feel her juice - she knew just how and made a noose. Around my dick she squeezed so tight to take us home that fucking night.  
Later on, with soap and cum, we lathered up till we were numb, with candles round a bubble tub, and made-up words to rub-a-dub-dub.  
I said, “about the game and final score . . .?” She sighed, “I think it’s five to four.” Then piled up bubbles on her breasts and soaped her hands and all the rest.  
She moved towards me, “It’s five to four, but I think that you’re about to score, and I hope you’re feeling up to prime, tomorrow we start overtime!”  
Well, when I woke up the place was bare, just me in lazy, comfy chair. No hot young thing with stark white hair – but passion spent sure lingered there.  
I knew it’d been at least three days, both heads were throbbing, Purple Haze. And man, my shoulder hurt like hell – hurting like I fucking fell!  
I found the sink and washed my face. I saw a bandage taped in place, explaining both the pain and dream, her look was not a football theme.  
I peeled it back and saw her hair – her sexy eyes and lips so fair.  
I was nude, screwed, and well tattooed, by the lipstick goddess, Blue Lip Goo.  
I reached up to my shoulder blade – my right one where her face now laid. I dreamed she spilled some Blue Ball Gin then her kiss was velvet on my skin.  
She said, “Now it is and ever more, Sweet BobbyBlu, my fucking whore. And I have sisters – that’s no lore, like twins for a three-some, you'll explore.”  
I’m sure you laugh but wish this curse, and yes there is a Fucking Nurse, and Kinky loves Stiletto’s heel. Before this goddess, I do kneel.  
That’s why my life’s so fucking fine, they named Poet, Sixty-Nine. I’m bound by ink to goddess tail, residing high on Black Lace Vale.