--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, "raunchydog" <raunchy...@...> wrote: > > Edg, Bodice busters make me hot. This one is for you. > > Drink me in with sunlight > Take me to your bed > Caress the glow of hunger > Our bodies urge to wed > > Open waters cavern waiting > Wet, my nipples harden > Hips thrust to cock, hot kiss to fuck > Invite to pleasure's garden > > The pounding heat of glistening sweat > Slip slides in easy dew > The milk of musk white cum throbbing > Red Yoni's loving hue > > Set blood course a rush to finish > Crescendo's blazing light > Pierce my burning fire deeply > With final thrust, hold tight > > Filled the current coursing discharged > The river's final gate > Moving pulsing meeting melting > Sated breath a blissful mate > > Laughing kiss to lover's murmur > Fall restful on your arm > Lingam soft as lotus petals > Dénouement full with charm
One good turn deserves another, and just to show that I'm really really really a likable guy, I'll post the following poem as another piece in this erotic series -- one that encapsulates Turq's sex life: I'M TRYING TO READ YOUR MIND Running and searching I fall down the stairs To see a bulb's glares On your half naked body that's twisting beneath. Laughing and crying I shout out the windows At hunchbacks and wierdos and widows Who glance at the white stuff on top of my leaf. Ripping and tearing my mind by the piece On millions of rocks surrounding your fleece I'm blind; I can't hear and I'm losing my teeth. Somewhere there's something that shows where you are Laid gently on flowers or deep in a star And for Christmas I'm getting a funeral wreath. Insanity's madness, confusions and fears Heart broken sadness, abusions and tears All the solutions take hundreds of years And I'm stabbed snapped and severed by grief I'm screaming I love you.
