I Married A Hooker
Just another poem…what else is new?…
Just another poem…what else is new?…
please comment or rate…would like to know if im any good lol
i just want to see what people think, i honestly doubt this is wanking material. ive been on this site long enough to know what people like. im just hoping for an opinion. or maybe just a place to bend out my sexual frustrations, i dont know. i dont know what i want.
I welcome all comments and constructive criticism
Oh daddy, please hold me close
Kiss my temple and rip off my clothes
Make me your little girl
Tell me I am the center of your world.
Daddy, give it all to me
Don’t worry if you make me bleed
I’ll hold onto your back real tight
As you slide yourself, deep inside.
Tonight we’ll be star-crossed lovers
Rolling underneath the heavy covers
Moaning out to you as you pump away
Forever in your arms, I will stay
Harder and harder, I feel your strength
With every push, I take your entire length
Higher and higher go my moan
As you pound into my wet cove
Together we’ll sweat out our lust
You fill me as you must
With your creamy juice
And for a time, we are fused
Before you leave my worn out bed
I’ll swipe my tongue on your slimy head
We’ll share one last kiss
Before you go into the dark abyss
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Just a little love poem for the winter…yes, another poem…
Admit it…you knew this had to be coming…
This poem was inspired by an old girlfriend that made me choose between the boat and her. She decided I could have both after I made my decision. I decided I only needed one after the ultimatum.
I still make my living during the winter with that old boat and I still love that old boat.
Don’t forget to tell me what a piece of shit I am for not writing this poem about our sex life. lol
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alone-
fishing so bad
can’t hire a crew
times so tough
barely survive
sea so rough
barely afloat
long hard days
not wasted on her
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One of the love poems from my story “Merry Christmas, Baby”…
Yet another love poem originally posted under 67Goat…first poem of the month…
Yet another love poem…originally posted under 67Goat…
The title says it all…classic poetry…
She lies on the bed, he there by her side
Skin touching skin, with nothing to hide
She closes her eyes, enjoying his touch
While knowing that he wants her so much
A smirk on his face, when kissing her ears
Escaping her lips, a moaning he hears
Slowly but soft, he traces her skin
And takes her places she’s never been
She turns around and lies on her back
Presenting herself to him like a snack
Their lips meet and tongues start to dance
He opens his eyes and takes a quick glance
He slowly moves down towards her neck
She knows it’ll happen, there’s no going back
Further and further he moves to her breast
His lips on her nipple, that is where they rest
She feels his soft tongue moving slow
And her thighs quivering down below
In between her legs, she’s leading his hand
While letting him explore her princess land
His fingers exploring wetness and heat
Moving wild but slow and soft, then repeat
Her moaning gets louder, his dick harder
With every move, he pushes her farther
She loves what he’s doing, but she wants more
After it’s all done, she wants to be sore
So he kneels up, trying to spread her legs
But she won’t let him, she wants him to beg
He looks at her and gives her a smirk
She closes her eyes, he knows that it works
She starts to relax her body and soul
While he spreads her thighs and enters her hole
In the background music is playing
And his body on top of hers laying
He moves slow, in the rhythm of the sound
With every beat, they’re more and more bound
Moving in and out, going slow and fast
Both of them wish it would forever last
Holding on tight, then letting it go
Their satisfaction increasingly grows
Slowly reaching the climax of pleasure
By holding on to it like a treasure
Satisfied and exhausted for the night
Both of them truly filled with delight
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For my fiance, who died shortly after her 40th birthday…
A poem for the holidays, while you’re home for the holidays…
Yet another love poem originally posted under 67Goat…
Another love poem originally posted under the 67Goat persona…my older friend Gary.
For a Lovely Lady
I love the way you laugh, so full of joy,
I love your quiet slowly-spreading smile,
I love the way you lie against my chest
And sit half-dreaming underneath a tree.
I love to hold and kiss your open palm
And stroke it softly till I hear you sigh.
I love to kiss your forehead and your lips,
And even more the way you kiss me back.
And having said all that, if you should ask
If having said all that means I love you,
Well, I’m not sure. My mind is quite confused.
You feel so right it almost seems too good.
So much I see of you looks wonderful
That I can’t help wishing that I saw more.
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A poem I wrote to the man I have cyber sex with
this was written after my heart was broken by the person i wanted to give myself to…… PLZ ENJOY!!!
Another love poem originally posted under 67Goat…
For Nancy, who says I don’t speak enough…well, sometimes…