Pleasureable Sin.....

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    Pleasureable Sin.....


    I wish you here so I could hold you close
    kiss your neck, down to your toes
    I'd run my lips softly across your face
    bursts of warm breath after each kiss I place
    running my hands through your hair
    hearing you moan as my other hands there
    softly and gently and feeling you shiver
    as you kiss me little harder cause now you quiver
    a sigh of release and a nice hard tremble
    a smile appears with two cute dimples

    you flip me over and you get on top
    of my hard rock d*ck and you just can't stop
    I grab your hips and move you here
    you push on my chest and move it there
    emotion and passion colliding in harmony
    as you whisper "I'm cumming" and man it's all over me
    you ride a bit harder and you see my expression
    and now you feel it travel all up my erection
    I just can't stop because it's been a while
    but I grab and flip you doggy style

    I have never felt a passion quite like this
    to givers plus sex just equals bliss
    just one kiss and I am hard again
    your on your back with your feet towards the ceiling
    as I thrust nice-n-slow and side to side
    I nibble on your feet, ankle just enjoy the ride

    I just can't take it so I spread you wide
    I plant my face there and my tongue is my guide
    I caress your legs while I give you pleasure
    my steamy hot breathe caressing your treasure
    I feel you grab a hold of my hair
    squeezing it tight as you say "right there!"
    a moan of gratitude slips from your mouth
    as you push me down and move yourself south

    your hand grabs a hold & you take it all in
    I can't help but enjoy this pleasurable sin
    once you're done you look at me and say "fin"
    but give me ten minutes and it's on again!

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    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

    Tos’s Poems (12)

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