Monday (Rated R) Poem by Amberlee Carter

Monday (Rated R)

Rating: 4.7


He pinned me between his hips and his couch-
knelt over enough to kiss the blade of my back,
and to lap his tongue in the stream of sweat
meandering down the xylophone of my spine-
and when he tenderly tugged at my
neatly woven ribbon of my hair, I felt
the labor of his love pulse
between my thighs until they wept
with his semen.

And afterwards, he collapsed in my lap-
and I could do nothing, but feel
his heart beating in my chest.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Shelley B. Keats 10 October 2005

Amberlee: This poem is not that sweet-but definitely hot!

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Uriah Hamilton 11 October 2005

Breathe slowly, Uriah, you will be alright!

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Brian Jani 29 May 2014

Awesome poem here amberlee

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Alan Curtis 26 June 2008

U make this one sound tasty Amberlee, I give u major props grl. Peace and love Hippy Sav

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A. Michael Sears 12 October 2005

Ms. Carter, I find many poems to sexual, but few to be sensual. Very well done. Aaron

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Thanks Jake, for turning me on - ahem... to this poem, I mean. Wonderful job, Amberlee....is it hot in here? !

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Rev. Dr. A. Jacob Hassler 11 October 2005

look who's back! and with a steamy billet-deux, no less! awesome, Amberlee. care to join me for a cold shower? Jake

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