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Draining a wood on a horny evening

Poetry By: Megalanthropus
Erotica



Errr - my sincere apologies to Robert Frost. I could not resist.


Submitted:May 4, 2014    Reads: 550    Comments: 2    Likes: 1   


Whose wood this is I think I know,
His balls are fairly unfamiliar, though;
He will not see me through the gloryhole
To watch my strokes make his wood grow.

My swollen cunt must find it bold
Unsafe sex has risks untold
Between his cock and my folds
'Tis the wettest night his schedule holds

He gives his hirsute balls a shake
To check if there is some mistake
The only action he has seen
Is me wiping his cock clean

Whose wood this is I think I know,
His balls are fairly unfamiliar, though;
As he touches me through the gloryhole,
I will make his big balls explode.





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