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His Loss

Back when I was married
My husband would always say,
The best way to stay healthy
is to eat pussy every day.
Everyday he would bring it up
that I should have sex with another girl,
And I know that he resented me
for not giving it a whirl.
He always bugged me about it
everyday of our married life,
How could eating pussy
be something he wanted from his wife?
After 13 years of this shit
I had had quite enough,
I stopped all the things he liked
and even stopped shaving my muff.
Then he finally asked me
why things in the bedroom changed so much,
He had begun to notice that
I even cringed at his touch.
Why did you quit shaving
and stop sucking on my cock?
Lately it seems like
I’ve been sleeping with a rock.
You never get aggressive
and grab me by the balls,
There’s no more spontenaity
and fucking against the walls.
I truely miss making love to you
and all those kinky things we’d try,
Something is really wrong with us
and I’m about to break down and cry.
Was it something that I said or did
that has got you acting this way?
Thats when I told him that his lesbian talk
pisses me off more and more each and every day.
He said that to go through your life
without eating pussy is a waste,
I know that you would like it
if you got just a little taste.
I never once had told him
that I often fantasized bout it,
Wrapping my warm and succulent lips
around a hard and throbbing clit.
Slipping my eager and hungry tongue
into a wet inviting pussy hole,
And my pussy having no more use
for his seven and a half inch pole.
I told him I would try it
but it would surely make him sick,
Because if I have to eat a pussy
then he would have to suck a dick.
He said that there was no fucking way
that he was going to suck on some guys cock,
I told him to drop it then
or continue sleeping with a rock!
It wasn’t long after that
that our marriage came to an end,
Because of his constant bugging me
there was no way I would bend.
Three weeks after our divorce
I gave pussy eating a try,
And every since that awesome night
I haven’t been with another guy.
Making love with a woman
is oh so much better,
And I can honestly say
That NO man has made me wetter!
What it all boils down to
is that the woman is the boss,
And since he wouldn’t quit buggin me
It was his mother fucking loss!

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It is real

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

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love is a whore

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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Raw Passion

Passion holds my heart’s desire,
Lust, and ravage, light my fire.
Lovers embrace in twilight’s choir,
Songs echo to the tops of spires…
It starts off with a simple kiss,
Lips merge and do not miss.
Lungs expand in breathing hiss,
Hands tremble, you want this.
Tongues entwined in moaning dance,
This is it, our wanton chance.
Loins on fire within our pants,
Physical needs do now advance.
Arms tangle as they explore,
Passion climbs a little more.
Buttons pop, one through four,
Shirts fly, and hit the floor.
Chests bare, as they titillate,
Pressed together, increase heart rate.
Bodily needs can no longer wait,
Hormonal urges to procreate.
Zippers fumbled with shaky hands,
The hour glass slows it’s timing sands.
Naked flesh that now understands,
How it must meet it’s demands.
With lust at an all time high,
No stopping now, you must comply.
You have the needs of my supply,
Let me slip into your thighs.
We two souls become as one,
Hearts race from the starting gun.
Like fire thrown from the desert sun,
Dirty deeds have just begun.
Down our bodies, the sweat pours,
A rhythm wild, my piston bores.
Silence broken, with animal roars.
Time stops, pulses soars.
Take it hard, take it fast,
It won’t be long, I’ll try to last.
Loins slapping, needs amassed,
This spell we’re under, our bodies cast.
The time has come to release my seed,
This I must, it is my need.
Take me deep, I must concede,
There’s nothing left, to impede.
A final thrust, I must eject,
As spirits fly, and we connect.
In your womb, I do affect,
Tiny tails, left unchecked.
Exhausted from our hours of bliss,
Loving tenderness now in our kiss.
Attention to you I won’t dismiss,
Our passionate moment, we reminisce.
As I stare, I must confess,
Hair entangled, we’re quite the mess.
A new found joy, we coalesce,
Lover’s embrace, a soft finesse.

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Letter to my husband

This revolves around a married couple that seems to have lost their spark, the wife notices her husband is growing less fond of her and is convinced he is cheating on her. He is away on a business trip so she writes him a letter. She hopes to revive their once passionate relationship.

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Where Am I?

First time with sexual poetry. Please do not be too harsh or give it a negative rating because you do not like poetry in general. If you don’t like poetry why are you reading it!? Thank you, that is all. Read on, don’t mind me.