Poems About Sports Published by Members Recently Online
#sports
First Bait
Slender and tan in the sun, she fumbled with her bait.
I asked if I could help.
“Yes,” and she smiled.
As she held her line up to me, I tied the bait carefully while watching the rise and fall of her chest.
Her sweaty fingers touched mine and it was magic.
I asked if I could help.
“Yes,” and she smiled.
As she held her line up to me, I tied the bait carefully while watching the rise and fall of her chest.
Her sweaty fingers touched mine and it was magic.
#teens
#erotic
#sports
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First Bait
Slender and tan in the sun, she fumbled with her bait.
I asked if I could help.
“Yes,” and she smiled.
As she held her line up to me, I tied the bait carefully while watching the rise and fall of her chest.
Her sweaty fingers touched mine and it was magic.
I asked if I could help.
“Yes,” and she smiled.
As she held her line up to me, I tied the bait carefully while watching the rise and fall of her chest.
Her sweaty fingers touched mine and it was magic.
#teens
#erotic
#sports
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Game Time
![restricted poem](/images/extremecontent.jpg)
#lust
#romantic
#sports #passion
#sports #passion
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Game Time
![restricted poem](/images/extremecontent.jpg)
#lust
#romantic
#sports #passion
#sports #passion
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Game Time
![restricted poem](/images/extremecontent.jpg)
#lust
#romantic
#sports #passion
#sports #passion
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Game Time
![restricted poem](/images/extremecontent.jpg)
#lust
#romantic
#sports #passion
#sports #passion
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Rematch
![restricted poem](/images/extremecontent.jpg)
#sex
#friendship
#sports
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Rematch
![restricted poem](/images/extremecontent.jpg)
#sex
#friendship
#sports
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Rematch
![restricted poem](/images/extremecontent.jpg)
#sex
#friendship
#sports
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just a game
angry, because his team had lost
a game of football, he beat
somebody up on the street who he thought supported
the other team had fans that would very likely have done the same ..
a game of football, he beat
somebody up on the street who he thought supported
the other team had fans that would very likely have done the same ..
#sports
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This One's For Luck
Element: Sulfer
The Voodoo Connection
Deep in the Louisiana bayou, where Spanish moss draped like ghostly whispers and the air hummed with crickets and frogs, resided Mama Sulfur, the Voodoo Queen. Her stilt shack, a vibrant patchwork of charms, herbs, and gator skulls, pulsed with raw elemental energy.
Mama Sulfur wasn't your typical voodoo queen. Her magic blended ancient traditions with the bayou's wild heart. Her parchment skin shimmered with a faint yellow glow, a reminder of the sulfur that coursed through her veins. Her piercing eyes held...
The Voodoo Connection
Deep in the Louisiana bayou, where Spanish moss draped like ghostly whispers and the air hummed with crickets and frogs, resided Mama Sulfur, the Voodoo Queen. Her stilt shack, a vibrant patchwork of charms, herbs, and gator skulls, pulsed with raw elemental energy.
Mama Sulfur wasn't your typical voodoo queen. Her magic blended ancient traditions with the bayou's wild heart. Her parchment skin shimmered with a faint yellow glow, a reminder of the sulfur that coursed through her veins. Her piercing eyes held...
#luck
#science
#sports
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This One's For Luck
Element: Sulfer
The Voodoo Connection
Deep in the Louisiana bayou, where Spanish moss draped like ghostly whispers and the air hummed with crickets and frogs, resided Mama Sulfur, the Voodoo Queen. Her stilt shack, a vibrant patchwork of charms, herbs, and gator skulls, pulsed with raw elemental energy.
Mama Sulfur wasn't your typical voodoo queen. Her magic blended ancient traditions with the bayou's wild heart. Her parchment skin shimmered with a faint yellow glow, a reminder of the sulfur that coursed through her veins. Her piercing eyes held...
The Voodoo Connection
Deep in the Louisiana bayou, where Spanish moss draped like ghostly whispers and the air hummed with crickets and frogs, resided Mama Sulfur, the Voodoo Queen. Her stilt shack, a vibrant patchwork of charms, herbs, and gator skulls, pulsed with raw elemental energy.
Mama Sulfur wasn't your typical voodoo queen. Her magic blended ancient traditions with the bayou's wild heart. Her parchment skin shimmered with a faint yellow glow, a reminder of the sulfur that coursed through her veins. Her piercing eyes held...
#luck
#science
#sports
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DU Poetry : Poems About Sports Published by Members Recently Online