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I dedicate this poem to Christina, a very special someone who has been there (and hopefully will be forever). Thanks for helping me through a diffucult time, and giving me good ones.
I dedicate this poem to Christina, a very special someone who has been there (and hopefully will be forever). Thanks for helping me through a diffucult time, and giving me good ones.
Just a poem about two lovers on a beach…originally posted under 67Goat…
From the story of the same name…just decided to post this separate as a poem…
Just another poem of love, infidelity, commitment, remorse and whatever…
Ravishing My love in a haunted graveyard.
Just a little love poem for the winter…yes, another poem…
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…
For my fiance, who died shortly after her 40th birthday…
Yet another love poem originally posted under 67Goat…
Another love poem originally posted under the 67Goat persona…my older friend Gary.
Another love poem originally posted under 67Goat…
For Nancy, who says I don’t speak enough…well, sometimes…
Yet another love poem originally posted under 67Goat
A love poem written for Valentine’s Day…what did you expect?
Another post from the point of view of an older friend Gary…aka 67Goat…
A love poem…third post from the point of view of my older friend Gary (aka 67Goat)
Written along with the story “Is She Happier Without Me?’
Yet another love poem…classic poetry…a 67Goat poem.
Yet another love poem originally posted under 67Goat…
A friends of mine recently has been through a series of heart break. She convinced herself that love didn’t exist. That there was room in her heart for family, friends, and GOD; but no room for anyone special. I wrote her this… will post her responce depending on the comments
First poem of the year…my guess is it won’t be the last…
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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Yet another poem of lost love…originally posted under 67Goat…
Trapped lovers only have one day together