A Lascivious Epic Tale Of A Lewd Encounter Poem by Wilfred Mellers

Written by: Wilfred Charles Mellers, Wednesday, October 14,2009


WARNING: THIS STORY CONTAINS GRAPHIC DEPICTIONS OF SEXUALITY. PARENTAL DISCRETIONS IS ADVISED. RATED R ® FOR TONGUE BITING CONTENT ©.



Once again I upped the antes

I saw what I wanted in Connie Lingus's panties

She smiles and also gives me a wink

Looking so precious, fruitful, pretty, and pink



Nice and tasty too

Man! What I wouldn't do to you

Loose the buckle from the hips

Passionate I with two luscious lips



Supper ate way past eight

Two lips met one evening late

How high I ride sensations complete

Ms. Connie Lingus's after-hour treat



The man in the boat caught my eye

Poked and prodded till he ran dry

Not to worry for he wasn't that way long

Sturdy standing Mr. Oblong strong



Actions gave way to feasting frenzy

Saddled the rider in a one-man posse

Fingers tear through my Jamaican jersey

Thought I 'this bitch was going crazy'



Pulled in tight a sound I couldn't make

Gasping for air drowning in her lake

While speech apparatus was fully seething

Moment's laps when I had stopped breathing



Thrust between canyons deep quicken

Survive thought I the chocolate chicken

She yelled out 'no more excuses! '

'Tonight you will be drowned in all my juices'



No longer we on the same wavelength

O' Lord I cried, give me the power and the strength

Haste does not make for you've seen nothing yet

If it's a test you want, a test you'll get



Foreboding, I started to fret

She will not get the best of me I'll bet

Is this for real or just some freaky dream?

Plunging ever deeper Connie let out a scream



In vernacular words stated obscene

I push further and further in between

She cries out in joy for she needs morphine



Straight back went Connie's head

Filled my thoughts with such great dread

Still Connie lay on the ravaged bed

Curiously I look on praying she is not dead



With eagles, she lays widely spread

A bird of prey full speed ahead

Periscope up seeking land submariner

Walls caught the gynecological examiner



As Connie screamed with ever delight

No more she wants to see the daylight

Told her I was someone not to be toyed with

Master mechanic I am the blacksmith



Around went her head spinning the rest of the night

Big daddy now wet her sexual appetite

Planks to regions now were sinking

Moments passed she was necking and chinning



Tingling heat felt from head to toe

Warmed moistened sensations from fellatio

Pop goes the weasel my lollipop drop

Wanting desired feelings to never stop



A smile a grin from ear-to-ear displaying

She realized the contest was not worth winning

No more silken garments laid between us

No doubt the ferocity of the Phallus Induratus



Told her I would live up to the hype

Lying tongue-n-groove to run the pipe

Finished she did play the bagpipe

Once again I earned another stripe