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
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wilfred Mellers law: if anything hot can happen, it will be flaming :) very hot Wilfred, keep the fire burning..and keep the rivers flowing..you caught me tongue-tied....hehehehe