I know who you are master***ing to my poems

I know who you are master***ing to my poems I know who you are master***ing to my poems

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Details

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

I know who you are master***ing to my poems. There is a site I’m on that has a lot of explicit poems on it. And lots of times the people there complain that the visitors only read the erotic poems and not their ‘serious’ work. Of course, the sexy poems are the favorites. So that’s why I write them! The site is deepundergroundpoerty and it’s referenced in the poem My page at the site http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poets/yacolt/

Summary

I know who you are master***ing to my poems.


There is a site I’m on that has a lot of explicit poems on it. And lots of times the people there complain that the visitors only read the erotic poems and not their ‘serious’ work. Of course, the sexy poems are the favorites. So that’s why I write them!

The site is deepundergroundpoerty and it’s referenced in the poem

My page at the site

http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poets/yacolt/

Content

Submitted: September 19, 2011

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Content

Submitted: September 19, 2011

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Who are you?

Reading these erotic poems

The ones that are actually read

No one sees the rest

But really, I don’t care

The sexy ones are best

 

So tell me, who are you?

Some horny old man

On the company dime

Wasting time on your computer

Maybe a business stiff

Reading with some fancy phone app

Lunch at the country club

I don’t think so

There’s no way

A guy’s whacking off to a poem

Their all watching Porn Hub

 

 

But I know who you are

Your one of those mothers

One of the one’s I’d like to fuck

Experienced in the art of sex

Yes! Older, maybe

But still, Oh so beautiful!

Leaning back in your chair

If you have kids, their at school

Your husband or boyfriend’s out

Sometimes they don’t have the time

To give you all you need

So you still have a little longing left

 

On your computer screen

You click a favorite you have found

Opening up the erotic link

To poetry of the deep underground

To read something exciting

About the driving lust of sex

The overwhelming need of a good fuck

To be consumed by raw desires

Obsessed by the need of organism

Wanting it more then breath

You need the poems of lust

Strong words to turn you on

I know it’s you reading out there

The mother I’d like to fuck

 

You lift up your housedress  

Pulling the hem above your waist

Exposing your luscious thighs

Your panties are red silk and lace `

Using the side of your palm

You rub your pussy hidden under cloth

Feeling the wetness through your underwear

Stimulating the opening between your legs

The clean-shaven lips of your beautiful cunt

Peaking around your panty’s edge

You’ve pulled the fabric tight

Sinking into the valley of your warm flesh

Your finger is pushing your underwear

Deeper down in the wet of your crescent

Finding your button of pleasure

You massage it with your palm

Stroking through the lace

You have your vibrator by your side

But it’s not on yet, you like the feel

Of your pussy getting wet

Soaking your panties first

Your breath more rapid

As the warm feeling spreads

From the center of your belly

Down the inside of your leg

 

Your passion rises fast

Quickly you slide your hand

Down the front, inside

Sinking your finger deep

Into your damp circle

You can feel the swollen folds

Aroused along your walls

Inside your channel, soft and wet

You tease them

With the end of your nails

Wanting your climax

As intense as the poems you’ve read

Holding the words in your thoughts

You pull your red silk down

But you don’t pull your panties

All the way off

Just down below your knees

And before you use your vibrator

You put your fingers on your lips

Smelling the perfume of your cunt

Relishing the essence of your desire

The flavor of your want

 

 

The soft hum of the vibrator

Even the sound makes you want to cum

Your reach from behind

And put your finger

On the tight break of your butt

Slipping your dildo down

Pulsating on your finger

The vibrations tempting your ass

Feeling the sensation

Spreading from your pussy

Through your legs, up your belly

All the way to your nipples

Your body rocks in spasms

The trembling of your orgasm

The ripples of pleasure shivering

 

Relaxed in your fog of delight

Half conscience in joy

In the background, humming

The vibrator you left on

Laying on the side of your leg

Vibrating the edge of your pussy

And it feels so good

You have to move it to your pleasure

On your still swollen clit

The warm feelings growing again

Remembering the intense words

Thinking of your poetic lover

You know your orgasm

You know you can have another

 

How I wish I were there

And I was your lover

Wanting to be with you

On the other side of pixel letter

A computer screen of written word

I want to hold you in my arms

Replace the plastic of your dildo

With my own stiff hardened wood

Your ass tightening around my finger

My face buried your wet ravine

And when you cum, my body in your arms

Your throws of passion grasping me

 

I love everything about you

Licking the sweetness of your cunt

Moving your leg up

So my lips can follow your wet path

From the bottom of your pussy

Along the edge of your ass

I adore the smell of your skin

The spice of your moisture

My face lingers breathing your aroma in

My mouth waters for your soft flesh

I long to be inside all of you

Everything about you is what I want

My hand holding your vibrator

My finger vibrating on your butt

 

From your daze of cum

Again the humming sound

The vibrator feeling good

You move the sensation down

Sliding your dildo back  

Enjoying the pulsations

On your wet ass

Slowly pushing

Remembering what the poet wrote

Thinking thoughts of fucking

The sexy poems of lust

Dreaming of all your lovers

You’re orgasm starting over

 

But at the poet’s underground

It’s all right to think of others

Your orgasm of fantasy

Inside the lines of poetry

And the poems will wait

Until you need them

They have no jealously

They’ll be ready

When there’s no other

Always here for you’re cum

 

So to the milf, I know it’s you

Reading words of rhyme

In the nuance of these poems

Erotic lines to make you cum

And the only desire of these poems

All they really want

Is to be your lover

Anytime you‘d like to fuck

 

 

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