Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Mar 2014
There she was just
walking down the street,
high heels on dam how
big are those girls feet,
she gave me a smile I gave
one back, she said how are
you but I was staring at her
rack.

She asked for my number
I asked her if she wanted
to come back, a coffee a smile
we were soon to be in the sack.

She groped my rope, I fondled
her **** back, what a lovely bra
hiding such a nice rack, I licked
them, bit them played with the
puppies, god I love her rack.

She moved down, I wasn't expecting
that, she licked it like a lolly, to the
back of her throat, wow I'm in
heaven I cant wait to get in the
sack.

She finished me off with a smile
and a lick, the best head I've had
never has anyone done those things
which they **** my rope back.

She moved my head, I was like I,m
up for that, but didn't expect so much
hair, then in-between a meat and two
veg, what the **** is up with that.

I never ran so fast with my boxers around
my knees, I got ****** off by woman, man
what the hell is up with that.

confused I am she had such a lovely rack,
give head like a goddess, but a pretty man
woman no way on earth would I give in
to that.
Poetic T
Written by
Poetic T  On Oblivions Doorstep
(On Oblivions Doorstep)   
412
     M, --- and Chalsey Wilder
Please log in to view and add comments on poems