MY LOUSY LASS

What joy is in it for me? That
I combatted back her repelling combat
And went out way to win her heart
To tear her knees wide apart.

What joy? Drinking tasteless tongues and cat-
 Leaking bulges with lips and flat
And fruitiless epidermis at
The lobes down to grooves of her dark domed part.

Sacrificing to satisfy. To take the major part
Playing the centurial caressing to take that
My lousy lass to her derilium and jerky act
But as a man if I must face here the fact
No joy is in sex for me than slowly insert...
click: Samuel C. Enunwa Feb. 4, 2012.

HOW CAN I BE MOVED?

Dis nt for below 18 & any1 it may offend. I'm jus catchin fun since poetry can take any form.

HOW CAN I BE MOVED?
U saunted u wiggley pussy footed
& caress'd ya hairs &
... Jerk'd ya ass's &
Smiled ya eyes prettily &
Even somtimes stared
Or pout my sight like bird
Or made barr'n ya properly lubricat'd
Breast so mistily glitt'ring like d roach's head
But yet U be not my bed
O pls be not offend'd
Pls be not incens'd
But hw can I be mov'd
When U're wearing a longsleeve &
Hw can I be mov'd
When U're wearing a shortsleeve &
Hw can I be mov'd
When U're wearing not an armless sleeve &
Hw can I be mov'd
When thy armpits are properly eye-proov'd
Lady show me thy rough curves &
Show me thy sweating groov's &
Show me so to be mov'd
& show me thy armpits black or red
For they typify d hidd'n tunnel that wait'd
Wait'd down there below thy pubic end
End between thy two legs &
Show me d twin vaginal of thy shoulders &
I won't pretend
But madly follow thee to thy bed end
For sexy armpits make me mad in d head.
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Posted 25th June 2012 by samuel enunwa

erotica poetry: wet soil

erotica poetry: wet soil: lo! love is  the most beautiful  the ever to be found  in the heart of your love  or lust lo let it show so slide  down the slope to su...

wet soil

lo! love is
 the most beautiful
 the ever to be found
 in the heart of your love
 or lust lo let it show so slide
 down the slope to suck the wet soil