Don Juan Tenorio Poems

I touch her, ever so softly,
And she moans in my ear.
I feel her floating aloft,
Losing all her fear.
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Her scented skin,
Drives me insane.
Her warm supple body,
Destroys my restrain.
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There's nothing like a woman,
On a cold and windy night.
To have tucked inside your bed,
When you turn off the light.
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When I make love to Isabel,
She rolls her eyes, and starts to yell.
And she keeps it up till early light,
At least seven or eight times a night.
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My lupita is muy chiquita,
If you know just what I mean.
She's kinda tiny, la pobrecita,
But she can wiggle like a jumping bean.
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Oh Ana Belle, I know You can tell,
That you really are the best.
I really do hate to kiss and tell,
But you're way above the rest.
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First I went to bed with Carrie,
Whose private parts are very hairy.
And it was the tangled underbrush,
That I beheld and made her blush.
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For my birthday she played for me,
The piccolo so delicately.
She played it high, She played it low.
And then she really began to blow.
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Your legs on my shoulders,
Head hanging off the edge of the bed.
wiggling your bottom,
Your face turning red.
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There's some little curly hairs,
Sticking out from your underwear.
I see your panties are kind of tight,
And your muffin needs a respite.
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