Under the Sun

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Contemporary erotica

Outdoors in the sun is a nice place for a little fun...

Under the Sun

Shifting trees once empty of leaves;
budding with spring along fingertips;
ripe for plunder to come and simmer.
Ease my need; don't suffer me;
plead a case before the court
of neglect in due course.
Nothing is forgotten under the sun;
the bonding creed we whisper the reprieve
above autumn skies and ties
to the earth of worth and collide.

A measure knowing of a kind;
a throne crowned to exist between my thighs;
beyond the patience of the wind’s kiss
to succeed in moving on to humping bliss.
The new year's half gone and sold;
press not to let go as I rock and roll.

We greet the woodland audience in great wonder;
even as all things alter and burn asunder.
They pass away while we slay the hunger
quenched we never relinquish
the fight of all we crave my kindred,
to shine in the dawn of spring where we lay;
only for me like you to slip away,
to entreat the splendor in the dark;
whittle and die the death, ignore the spark.

Maybe to requite the love you dismiss
at the height you better not take a piss.
My whip will correct at the respite
and your thoughts dare remain contrite.
No acceptance of your selfish pine;
the sweet gift expended for it's only mine;
owned at my sole command
and make you cum in my hand.

But wait, not yet will you deliver
what you store for me in those balls you quiver;
for bands restrict the little sack
snap of the cage at the long smokestack.
No escape, as I rake
my hands down your shoot
and you cry the dispute.
Too late; you had your chance;
now let’s see how well you dance!


Submitted: June 15, 2019

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I relinquish My soul My balls
And every thing inside
They’re all yours to command
To dance in my final stand

Sat, June 15th, 2019 10:51pm


As if you have any choice
or any voice
in the matter
of the cum you splatter
right where I like it
only after I rest a bit.

Sat, June 15th, 2019 5:29pm


We'll dance the horizontal bop,
You on your back, me on top.

Doing the tube steak boogie,
Like two porn stars in a movie.

My cock going in and out,
Until I hear you shout.

To your cunt wetness it will bring,
When filled by my pleasure delivery thing

You will moan and groan,
Riding my big bone.

XoxoX Ron

Sun, June 16th, 2019 4:08am


Love that big bone
all for me alone
as I rise to meet the test
I am sure to be very wet
and as you say
do not delay
it is my delight
you're so outta sight!
Thank you for such a hand
in making me feel grand!

Sat, June 15th, 2019 9:34pm


Naughty girl.
You promised you wouldn't show the other readers our picture

Sun, June 16th, 2019 4:12am


Ooops! But it's so hot though! :P

Sat, June 15th, 2019 9:31pm


you use some crunch verses. I enjoyed the poem.

Wed, June 26th, 2019 10:52pm


Thanks for reading and sharing your feelings on the poem. :)

Wed, June 26th, 2019 6:22pm


You can make the elongated sausage with your descriptive prowess, it sure would be fun to experience your vacuum!

Mon, March 2nd, 2020 9:38am


Why thank you, Spy, for such kind words about descriptive tendencies. I hope you are doing well. Thanks for swimming by for a read, my friend. :)

Sat, March 7th, 2020 6:44am


You’ve got me dancing Amy!

Wed, April 15th, 2020 10:16am


I am happy to see it, Spy. :)

Sat, April 18th, 2020 3:14pm

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