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
© Copyright 2023 Amy F. Turner. All rights reserved.
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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
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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!
PS
Naughty girl.
You promised you wouldn't show the other readers our picture
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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
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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
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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!
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I am happy to see it, Spy. :)
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I relinquish My soul My balls
Sat, June 15th, 2019 10:51pmAnd every thing inside
They’re all yours to command
To dance in my final stand
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As if you have any choice
Sat, June 15th, 2019 5:29pmor any voice
in the matter
of the cum you splatter
right where I like it
only after I rest a bit.