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This is a fantasy sex poem, that I thought I'd do with some class |
I take you into a smoky bar, My friends wonder who you are, Your dress is form fitting and tight, Our chemistry is never more right, The song dances across your lips, And to the beat you shake your hips. The next song is a slow groove, And then I decide to make my move, My lips and tongue tickle your neck My hands caress your lower back, But then we wait until we go home, For we'll be private and all alone. On the way home from the bar, While we are riding in the new car, I kiss you again and hold you tight, You tell me I'm your hot mister right, And then we get back to my place, I noticed you loved wearing lace. You squirt chocolate all over me, And start to lick so sensually, You caress me gently with your mouth, Then your tongue goes to the south, Love and chocolate's a kinky scene, But it makes you feel like a queen. Then you ask me where is the bath, I say to the left and down that path, As I hear the sound of running water, My passion for you only gets hotter. You put the bubbles in the water, and splash around so they can lather, We disrobe and get into the tub, I give your back a gentle scrub, I rinsed your back and washed your hair, Your breasts and stomach then down there. I notice the look in your eyes, I dunk my head between your thighs, With hot ecstasy you buck your hips, Then take my head with your fingertips, You run your fingers through my hair, And then you moan there oh baby there, The whole world falls down all around you, As white cream explodes from inside you. As we wipe off and leave the tub, We'll remember our nights of love, I'll love her for a long long time, This cute and lovely girl of mine, For we have set our hearts a fire, By fulfilling an earthly desire. By Michael J.Juneau on O2/26/O4 |