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Fifty Days of Sex

Poetry By: lifeofrhyme
Poetry



spoiling your woman to the point of expectancy and complacency
in your sex life...


Submitted:Jul 26, 2011    Reads: 248    Comments: 0    Likes: 1   


I could bring you to orgasm with my mouth for 49 days in a row

And on the 50th day ask you for head; and you would say no!

I could talk you through my sexual fantasies for 49 consecutive days

On day 50 ask for one of yours... and you would find lots of ways...

To avoid answering the question or admit to feeling tired

And I'd be left lying motionless, heart racing, eyes wired.

I could spend 7 weeks complimenting your finer points

Pouring your wine and rolling you joints

And on the fiftieth day ask how I am looking

But you'd ask me to give you space 'cos your'e cooking!

I would spend a month and three quarters massaging your skin and touching you

And at the end of that period ask for a body rub and you would say we are through

I could take 1,176 hours making love to you looking into your eyes

But hour twelve hundred ask you to dress up for me; you'd decline! what a surprise!

I could spend forty nine days treating you like my Queen

On day fifty ask 'am I your king?' and you wouldn't know what I mean

I could spend seven weeks telling you your'e the best I ever had

Ask how you feel about me on day fifty, no reply, go to bed sad

I could spend 49 days pleasuring you, fucking you hard, making you cum...

And on day fifty ask how those days were for you; and you'd act dumb

I could spend forty nine days spoiling you in 49 different and unique ways;

And not get a single treat in return for the whole of the fifty days...





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