Don Juan Tenorio Poems

I love to look at your behind,
And I love to touch it with my hands.
Firm and springy so very fine,
It's simply the best in all the land.
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We have made love in this room for hours now,
With the windows closed, and the curtains drawn.
There is an unmistakable odor about this room.
A scent of passion, the scent of a woman in the throes of passion.
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My favorite past time has always been,
Caressing your breasts, from beginning to end.
First one then the other, taking turns,
Licking them gently as your body burns.
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Long beautiful legs, around my neck,
Bringing me in to your secret place.
So like a bird I start to peck,
And I feel the moisture on my face.
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I kiss your neck and work my way down,
I stop on your breast, and then southward bound.
I stop at your navel listening to your sounds.
And start again working my way down.
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I was sitting at McRonalds eating some eggs,
When I spotted something between her legs.
It was dark and hairy and smiled at me,
With a vertical smile that I could see.
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I look at you framed, in the morning light,
I've never seen a more beautiful sight.
Standing by the window in your panties of blue,
Filmy and transparent, that I can see through.
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I need your hot body next to me,
Keeping me warm at night.
Your breasts so firm that I can see,
Them even without light.
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I saw your G-string, ride up your behind
When your skirt flew up in the breeze.
And right then and there, I knew you would be mine,
As I saw it hiding in your crease.
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They say you are easy, but that isn't true.
It takes lots of hard work, just to get to you.
It takes lots of work, to unstrap your brassiere,
Or slide down you panties, past your cute little rear.
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