Open Poetry #2 |
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poem for hugh, a tall, unattainable man |
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sarah New Member
since 1999-09-05
Posts 2sydney, australia |
He's bloody huge, or so he says, Confronting me with his largesse, His oversize, grand, towering, great Big monstrous self. He thinks that this Bequest of height precludes a kiss - But kissing's on the menu, Hugh, My lust endures, I must have you - I'll stand up straight, I'll stretch, I'll jump To get your kiss, to have a little bump And grind. It melts my mind To ponder pleasures to be had From this large lad for whom I'm mad With like, with lust - with love? Indeed I'll have him yet, e'er I must plead Insanity, and take by force What would be mine, in all due course Fell the fellow with a blow, Denude him and restrain him so, Upon his back with me astride, Size wouldn't matter - take a ride, Make whoopee, romp, cavort, subdue, Wantonly devour dear Hugh And when sated, spent and done Coo sweetly, "How's my little one?" |
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