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love is a whore

Although this is not my first time on this site, it will be my first
time posting. By the way I almost tagged this poem first time, I
thought that was for first time writers. How stupid of me. I don’t
like rules so I didn’t follow any. As I said, this is my first time
posting so please don’t jerk me around. But you can jerk off using
this poem…
He arrives home from work
Fuck is what he says first
His pants bulge
And he kisses me with his hand in my butt
But…but. My speech is abruptly cut
As he curbs my mouth with his tongue
He turns me on, my nipples are hard
He removes my skirt
We’ve been doing this for months
And I seldom cum
Yet I can’t resist what’s about to come
He injects his fingers into my cunt
He then put them in his mouth and slowly sucks
He throws me on the sack
He removes his pants
Exposing his cock, wet with pre-cum
And yes, I hate that it’s large
It always makes my cunt hurt after we fuck
I remove my panties and bra
And he thrusts his giant into my snatch
He fucks me rough
And twat feels every thrust
My tits feel every single touch
Hoping he will last long enough
Long enough to make me cum
Not a chance, he cums too fast.
He always cums first
And I will always put him first
I hate this love.
His tongue prods deep into my twat
My clit gets large, hoping to get sucked
Not a chance, he doesn’t even know where it’s at
He gets bored and grasps my ass
He turns me over so I lay on my back
He spreads my ass cheeks with his hands
He forces his cock in my tiny ass
Fucking it as hard as he can
I scream and moan, not because of fun
And here I thought we were making love
I always cum last
And it’s so sad that I use my hand
I look at his eyes as he cums
They are always filled with lust
Mine are filled with love
A love I wish I didn’t have
He fills my face with cum
And then he commands me to suck
I get dressed and I leave
He does me as he please
Pleasing me is what he does least
We fuck like jack rabbits
Until sometimes cum is all I see
And yet I love him still
Pleasing him is not easy
He even forgot I had a clit
All he sees is my slit
I think am not the bitch, he is
I never wanted this
I wanted a man, an Adonis
Not a rude jerk with a penis
I wish I could control my feelings
I wonder why I love him still
He comes to me naked and touches me
I try to resist, my emotions overpower me
Damn fuck, why am I tripping
God, why am I stripping?
I get down on my knees
He pushes his cock hard down my throat
Not caring even if I choke
He pulls my hair and pinches my nipples
He fucks my mouth till am soar
Tears flow down my face and fall on the floor
Why does he treat me like a whore?
He plays with heart, now it’s broke
He fucks my body mind and soul
But somehow I like being a whore
And I want more and more.

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Raw Passion

Passion holds my heart’s desire,
Lust, and ravage, light my fire.
Lovers embrace in twilight’s choir,
Songs echo to the tops of spires…
It starts off with a simple kiss,
Lips merge and do not miss.
Lungs expand in breathing hiss,
Hands tremble, you want this.
Tongues entwined in moaning dance,
This is it, our wanton chance.
Loins on fire within our pants,
Physical needs do now advance.
Arms tangle as they explore,
Passion climbs a little more.
Buttons pop, one through four,
Shirts fly, and hit the floor.
Chests bare, as they titillate,
Pressed together, increase heart rate.
Bodily needs can no longer wait,
Hormonal urges to procreate.
Zippers fumbled with shaky hands,
The hour glass slows it’s timing sands.
Naked flesh that now understands,
How it must meet it’s demands.
With lust at an all time high,
No stopping now, you must comply.
You have the needs of my supply,
Let me slip into your thighs.
We two souls become as one,
Hearts race from the starting gun.
Like fire thrown from the desert sun,
Dirty deeds have just begun.
Down our bodies, the sweat pours,
A rhythm wild, my piston bores.
Silence broken, with animal roars.
Time stops, pulses soars.
Take it hard, take it fast,
It won’t be long, I’ll try to last.
Loins slapping, needs amassed,
This spell we’re under, our bodies cast.
The time has come to release my seed,
This I must, it is my need.
Take me deep, I must concede,
There’s nothing left, to impede.
A final thrust, I must eject,
As spirits fly, and we connect.
In your womb, I do affect,
Tiny tails, left unchecked.
Exhausted from our hours of bliss,
Loving tenderness now in our kiss.
Attention to you I won’t dismiss,
Our passionate moment, we reminisce.
As I stare, I must confess,
Hair entangled, we’re quite the mess.
A new found joy, we coalesce,
Lover’s embrace, a soft finesse.

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Letter to my husband

This revolves around a married couple that seems to have lost their spark, the wife notices her husband is growing less fond of her and is convinced he is cheating on her. He is away on a business trip so she writes him a letter. She hopes to revive their once passionate relationship.

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Where Am I?

First time with sexual poetry. Please do not be too harsh or give it a negative rating because you do not like poetry in general. If you don’t like poetry why are you reading it!? Thank you, that is all. Read on, don’t mind me.