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true story told in verse
Between the half-closed blinds
I could see the soft glow of lamplight
illuminate her pink bare breasts—
shaking with each forced thrust.

Riding reverse, mouth wide open,
touching her wiry patch with one
hand and grabbing her 36c sized breast
with the other, stroking her nipple,
made brown by middle age and wifehood,

But perky, pausing to lick the sweetness
from her fingers between sharp moans
on the verge of orgasm: “OOOH” and “MMMMM”
and this mother grinds down while an

ass cheek is slapped until his teenage hand
reaches up to the vacant breast and squeezes
“YES” she yells and begins to see electric light
dancing across the random peeks of paint on

the ceiling while her clit is being massaged
by virgin cock belonging to her neighbor’s
son, her own son’s best friend, and through
the moans and sweat and bed creaks, she cums,

She dismounts her young customer,
letting him give a final suck on her brown
mounds perched on soft breast and collects
her the cash given to him by his father
because single moms have to pay rent too.


2012-12-10 10:20:34
Thats really good. I could never write a sexual poem. That takes talent. Great work. Keep it up. :)

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