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lust


It was obvious

I wasn't oblivious

She looked at me lasciviously

Eyes glaring with lewdness

Tongue hooked salaciously

Eyes staring at me carelessly

'We continue were we left previously'

 Throwing her long hands all over me rapaciously.

'We friends',

She ignored me imperviously...

Hushed me with a hiss

Brushed me with a kiss

I felt only bliss.

Her hands were already turning me on.

My ends responded libidinously.

She acted amorously,

I reacted erected 

Erotically.

Ironic!

 

 

How sportive was she

How supportive she wanted me to be

I would play her game

I could say her name

I would lay her down

I could play her Claun

How rapportive I was going to be.

Stimulated feeling aggravated

Willing to give her the magic wand.

 

She took off her garments and became nude

She ripped off my pants saying I am rude

She stripped of her pants saying that it was good

Good that I was rude, Good that I was nude

What I saw was what every male sees when looking at naked  female

What I felt was what every female feels when it is inserted into her

The eyes had already made me puke

What a shame

So lame.

 

To my ears she hissed.

'I am not yet finished, here is what you missed.'

She was voluptuous sent my feelings erupting

What else would you expect to happen

In a room full of two?

 

She said,

I like your taste

Your seeds you did not waste

I said

Were you making a test?

She said

Yes it was a contest, I won first.

I said

I made you win first, your last victory.

She said

True that, the Lust victory.

 

 

 

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Elfuric

Ever since I learnt how to write I never stopped writing short stories, poems and ideas. I am from Africa living in South Africa, Joburg. I am a business man with a love for music and writing. Its lovely how a poem can be turned into a song. Rhythm and Words are my closest friends. I respect The Sound of Life and the power in following your Heart which makes Music till the day you die.

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